I was playing with Loki the other day and stumbled upon a lump on his tummy.  At first I believed it to be a knot in his fur or something which got caught by his self-proclaimed beautiful locks.  He's medium-haired, so it's really not unusual.  What I found was not caught in his hair.

There was a mass protruding from his skin.  It looked, as I described to Jenny, like "a mole gone awry perhaps."  There is no easy way to describe it other than that.

Thankfully she responded by saying, "They say, I think, in humans, that a mole gone amuck isn't good so he does need to be checked out."

She's right.  Whether it be a sign of melanoma or nothing more than a fibrous growth, it's important to have it checked out.

For that reason, I'm dragging his demanding ass to the vet this weekend to have it looked at.  There are times like this when I feel there is a certain level of cosmic justice to be had.  While I suspect the little hitchhiker to be something benign, I cannot help but feel a selfish twinge of satisfaction knowing he'll not enjoy the trip nor the visit and will be Daddy's buddy the rest of the day, quiet and appreciative — a state of being completely alien to Loki.

We shall see what he's nursing and will act accordingly.  I'll let you know…