My usual reason for trekking to Ithaca, NY (home to gorges and Cornell) involves academic bookstores, of which there are noticeably more than in Brockport. (Before you ask: there are none in Brockport.) However, tomorrow I'm trekking to Ithaca with an aggravated cat in tow. Victoria, who will be thirteen shortly, decided that she would celebrate her impending birthday with a discombobulated thyroid. (This is not uncommon among cats of a Certain Age.) Oral meds? Not working very well. Transdermal meds, applied in the ear? Massive allergic reaction. (I was on the other side of the country at the time, so there was some long-distance cat wrangling going on--between bouts of bronchitis-induced coughing.) So, as Vicki is an extremely healthy cat otherwise, we're going to nuke the problem. No, seriously: radioactive iodine treatment. Which, alas, means a) driving 100 + miles to Ithaca, where she'll be treated at the Cornell veterinary hospital (arrrrgggh), b) leaving her there for a week or more in quarantine (because, radioactive cat), and c) driving her 100 + miles back from Ithaca (repeat arrrrgggh). Unfortunately for my ears, Vicki is a cat of...Strong Opinions. So we're talking at least two hundred miles' worth of what my family refers to as Furry Sirens. Sigh.