T.S. Eliot was right. April is “the cruellest month.” Dear Scrapper Poet readers, Anthony and I have found out that our beloved kitty Lola has been diagnosed with a rare condition called Chylothorax, which is basically a build up of lymph fluid in the chest cavity. The prognosis is guarded to good. Right now, she seems to be fine — she’s eating and playing and is very alert. She has some respiratory problems, but is managing. We are treating her with medication and a new diet that is low in fat. She had a chest tap last week, and yesterday, a follow-up visit to the vet, who was pleased with her progress. I know that this type of medication often takes weeks before we see any results. I also know that this condition is often fatal to cats, but I also know that many cats heal and live good, healthy lives. So please think of Lola in our little humble household of cat lovers.
I was on spring break this past week, but my days have been taken up with cat care. Now that Lola is on the mend (fingers crossed), I hope to focus a bit more time on poetry — after all, it is National Poetry Month! I’m trying to write a poem a day and so far, on day five, I have been successful. I’m also trying to catch up on all poetry reading — too many friends with too many good books out! (Wow, what a great problem to have!)