The ultrasound is done.
There's no visible sign of cancer, or kidneystones, thank God. So Cesare goes back in a month to re-ultrasound and check his calcium levels. Maybe "high" is his normal, we just don't know. They shaved his belly so he has the most touchable naked belly ever, I love petting it, though he's not so thrilled about it, ha ha. He's much more like his old self this morning, fighting with Zia, faceplanting into his food dish, sitting in the sunbeam from the window and rolling over to show me his (very nekkid) belly so I will pet it before he remembers that he doesn't want me to do that. He bit me too, the big goober. Oh well, I'm good with it.