Rescue Cat, Beat Cancer, Omar Comin'

Oh, and Costco Waffles, too

I slept in my own bed last night for the first time since the surgery. My rescue cat, Ruby, seemed relatively pleased to have me back home. I called her my “rescue cat” so that I can visually remind myself that I chose to give her a home rather than allow her to languish in the Westchase Wilderness, where she would be exposed to coyotes, bobcats, speedi…