All went well for my little Tasha in her visit to the vet this morning. He said it’s “looking great,” and all but gone. So it was just a lesion, not a raging homicidal malignancy. Thank God. And thank all of you who offered prayers and kind thoughts.

Tasha got her regular bath as well, and this weekend she gets to go with me and the rest of the family up to Northern California to visit my brother and his family. It’s my little nephew’s third birthday. I understand we’re dining at Chuck E. Cheese in celebration.