The medical mystery that is Her Majesty.

First there were the seasonal allergies. What cat gets seasonal allergies, for pete's shakes, you might ask? My cat. Repeatedly. That's what cat.

Next was the FUO, not to be confused with UFOs or FUs. But the truth wasn't out there, and they never did figure out what was going on. No repeat occurrences of that one, thank God.

And now, after a fun bout of projectile-vomiting Friday morning followed by a few days of sporadic eating, general-but-not-overly-worrysome lethargy and rather worrysome trouble jumping up to/down from high places with no other obvious symptoms, the vet thinks it could be either:

- something pancreatic, which the blood test should reveal and which should work itself out sooner or later;

OR (and this one's my favorite of ALL the mystery ailments)

- that she pulled a muscle under her rib during the aforementioned projectile-vomiting session.

I'm totally sure it's the latter. Anything less would not be her style.


Look how innocent she looks after a $200 vet trip and two syringes of pain medicine. Damn cat.