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Virginia, Queen of the BoxWe had to put another one of our cats to sleep Monday. This is Virginia, in happier days (Lisa thinks it very appropriate that this photo has our copy of "My Fair Lady" visible top left). Virginia was Miles's best buddy. They spent a great deal of their time snuggling in the laundry baskets (I can't believe we don't have any pictures of them cuddling, dammit).

After Miles died in November last year, we'd been a little worried about her. About a week or so ago she stopped eating for the most part. She'd still come and do the traditional evening "stare until I go put the food out," but she wouldn't eat any. This isn't a good thing in cats, so we took her to the vet. Many tests were run, including an x-ray and an ultrasound. Unfortunately, those indicated an unknown mass, which turned out to be an extremely advanced case of liver cancer.

Virginia was a sweet cat for the most part, although she could be a tiny furry dictator as well. I have read that calicos tend to be the head cat in multi-cat households. I could believe it: she was the smallest, but she didn't take any funny business, especially from Andy.

Sigh. I can't believe this.