"Now what?" she says.

Mabel goes back to the vet tomorrow morning. This will be her fifth visit in under five weeks. (And the humans here have been to the vet's office for her seven times; two trips involved picking up meds sans Mabel.)

When I let her outside before dinner, I noticed immediately that she was walking with a distinct limp and frequently holding up her back left leg while she stood. Upon inspecting her paw, I found oozy stuff between her toes (and trooper that she is, she handled the inspection very calmly, just slowly pulling the paw away when I touched the part that hurt). So it looks like we have an infection on our hands. She's been off antibiotics for the last few days for the first time since we found her. Back on 'em, we go, I'm sure.

In other news, become of some bodily changes, we're worried she might be pregnant. She was in heat when we found her, but because she was apparently in the proestrus stage, it seemed very unlikely that she could have become pregnant yet, so we didn't give this possibility much thought in the beginning. We're giving it lots of thought now. Her spay surgery is scheduled for Monday. Oy.