Bastet is still okay, though the lump isn't going anywhere. We called the vet, and we're to bring her in for surgery Tuesday morning. Fingers crossed.
Rose Guy. He never called, but he was at the bar Friday, and he did come over to say hello. Libby wasn't satisfied with that, so she went over to nag some more. (Gotta love that girl!) Apparently, he went skiing last week, hence the not calling. In worse news, he's going abroad for a year and three months, and he's leaving next week. I sure know how to pick 'em. Still, Libby never gives up, so I actually have a date with him on Monday. We're going to the movies. Which, yay, date, but ack, never going to see him again. Guess I'll just consider it a practice date. *shrugs*