Cancer Face

Gertrude went to the Vet today on account of the strange growths she has been producing. They cut them off and she came back all drowsy and bandaged. The Vet said she has cancer, but that cutting of those moley-things should be ok. I sure hope so, cause Gertie is the Head of Perimeter Defense, and I can't have her shirking her duties just because she's sick. I suppose I could give her the week off, but then she'd think I'd gone soft...
Back to work Gertrude, this ain't no union gig!