Mom found a lump. On me. She didn't sleep very well last night. Because of the lump.
In the middle of the night, she crawled into bed with me and whispered in my ear. She said that if I only had two months to live, I was going to the Rainbow Bridge FAT! She would feed me cookies all day long. Every day.
But today, Mom took me to see Dr. Karen. Dr. Karen did something sharp to my lump while Mom fed me cheese.
Dr. Karen said I was already fat. Or, rather, that my lump was all fat. She called it a lipoma.
Mom is very happy.
I am not so happy.
Does this mean I won't be getting fat?