Help Snowy Fight Cancer Again

As some of you may remember from a little over a year ago, I had to raise money becaause the little fuzzy psycho that lives with me, officially named Snowy but better known to his fans as the Murder Floof, had cancer. A lot of you chipped in, for which I am eternally grateful, and yet here we are again. Because the cancer is back, and once again I'm staring down a sizable vet bill and need to ask for help. I kind of hate this, all of it, the cancer and the having to crowd fund and just all of it, but here we are.

For those of you new to the fandom, back in late 2023 Snows developed a lump on his side. We kept an eye on it, but after a couple of months it became clear that it was cancerous, and had to be removed. Now, while that surgery was successful, because of the kind of cancer it was (a kind that plagues cats in particular) it was entirely possible that even though the vet was 90% sure they got it all, it could come back.

Also, he got to wear this fashionable onesie:

Fast-forward to late 2024, and there's another lump. We make the decision to send him in for surgery, and while they're prepping him they run his bloodwork, which comes back anemic. Not dangerously anemic, but enough that the vet doesn't want to go ahead with the surgery, which I fully understand. So we take him home with the understanding that, left alone, 2024 is probably Snows' last Christmas with us. (He got toys and the good nip.)

After that aborted surgery (and the $500 bill that still went with it, just in time for the holidays thank you very much), the vet had told me that we could, a few months down the road, re-test, and see where we stood. Which is what I did last Wednesday (to the tune of another $100). We took him back, they did bloodwork, and his bloodork came back normal. On the low end of normal, but enough for us to go ahead and schedule the surgery. So on April 11th, he goes under the knife.

Needless to say, I don't have the $2000 it's going to take for this just casually sitting in my bank account. (Because wow, are our pets expensive, and because I work in a library.) And maybe some of you are wondering why I'm doing this if it's just deja vu all over again. To which I say... look at that face. Come on, just look at it. Also, in all seriousness, he's been my buddy for almost a dozen years now, and 2025 is already shaping up to be a really shitty year as is. I need to not lose the fuzziest member of the family on top of everything else. Also, again, given the kind of cancer it is, the odds are still in our favor that this time will be the last, in which case he can go on to have many years left of terrorizing the housemate, the landlord, our friends, and essentially anyone who isn't me or my daughter, because she's the only other person he tolerates. (And she doesn't need to lose him either. Yes that was a shameless attempt to pull at your heartstrings and I will not apologize for it.)

Even if you don't really know me, if my pictures of the Murder Floof have taken your mind off your troubles for even half a moment, whatever you can chip in will be deeply appreciated. You will have my thanks, and Snows, even if he would still probably try to bite you if you went to pet him.