We open our presents tomorrow night

Saturday sky for December the 23rd. Warm(40 degree farenheit) and dry.

Poor old BlackJack came home yesterday with a broken foreleg. The vet took x-rays and yep, the radius is broken in two places, and the ulna in one. Poor old man! He's sixteen years old, and the vet wants to send him to a specialist who will commit surgery and put pins in those tiny little bones. For over a thousand dollars. And no guarantee that he will even survive the operation. Anyone out there ever had an old cat get a leg pinned? We don't have to decide right away. The specialist can't fit us in till after Christmas anyhow. Meanwhile, Jack has a honking big splint that he sort of drags around, and a patch that will keep him drugged for three days. We take him back to the vet on Tuesday, when we will reasess our options, and give the old man some new drugs. Poor old cat!