My poor little girl.  Yesterday my grandson pointed out that she had a sore
or wound on her lower lip.  She spent almost all day napping on the foot of
my bed.  I there napping too, so wasn't sure if she was feeling bad or just
keeping me company.  I'd guess a little of both.  The flame point who is
supposed to live across the street now has been pretty pushy so I'm
guessing her lip got into the middle of one of their stand-offs.

So when my daughter was here last night, I help Molly and she checked out
the lip.  Its an abscess.  She was able to drain it and we medicated it.
But Molly says that hurt a lot.  Poor thing is so borderline with loving us
that I hate to put her through that.

My daughter said it really doesn't look too bad.  We'll clean it again
tonight and then it should be OK.  Meantime, Molly hasn't been as
comfortable with me today.  But she has rubbed against my feet a few times.
I know an abscess usually stops hurting once its drained, but draining it
hurt a lot, so I'm not so sure she will give us credit for making it
better.

Meantime I've got to get Charlie to stop encouraging the cat formerly known
as Balls to hang out over here.  'His' people are usually at work and he
likes company as well as the kibble in our garage.

Jo