Full Basket

I keep a little basket I made years ago on my table for things "to file".  It's not very big, but it seems it's just the right size for Casey, who likes to jump up on my table and sit in the basket while she checks out what's happening outside.

"Does this basket make my butt look big?"

Well, maybe the basket could be just a little bit bigger! 

Anyway, Casey has a thyroid problem, causing her to lose weight, throw up a lot, and get dehydrated.  It's a heck of a way to lose weight!  She's been on medication for about 3 weeks, and her latest check up was very positive.   She is going to undergo a radioiodine treatment next week.  No one does the treatment around here, so we have to take her to LA (about 4 hours away) and leave her for 5 days, while she's injected with radioactive iodine.  Pretty radical, but it is supposed to take care of the thyroid problem permanently.  Otherwise, she would have to take medicine twice a day for the rest of her life.  So, we're off Sunday to drive to LA.  She hates riding in the car - I'm sure she'll cry the whole way!