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Today I visited Caitlin at work. She made me an amazing chicken sandwhich (which she broke) and showed off her bagel serving skills. We got a half dozen bagels and left. I went to Caitie's party, which started out as a bust but then got fun as more people showed up. There was great food. I went home, and found out Chance ate half a dozen bagels. So now she's fat as a hippopotomus on Thanksgiving. My mom was feeling her stomach, to make sure she wasn't bloating, and found either a) that her intestines were very full or b) she has a large number of small tumors on her abdomen. I prefer the first. The only time we can get her into the vets is on Monday, so we'll see what happens.