I spent the bulk of last night working on a quick web-site to put some pictures from work on. We've seen three cases of a genetic disease in the last fifteen months in a species that has no reports of carrying the defective gene (in the US). When I saw the first case last March I thought it was just a fluke, a spontaneous mutuation unlikely to be repeated. When the second one came through in early January we were just too overwhelmed to do much more about it than take pictures and file the info away for future reference. When the third case came in on Monday of this week though, it was time to start taking this seriously.

I've been in touch with the professor I continue to consider my mentor at my veterinary school. He's fairly excited about this (pathologists get excited about the most amazing things). He's using his university access to do some literature searches for me, while I arrange to ask around at other companies to see if they've seen anything like this. I have to believe that this disease is not only present in the US population, but far more prevalent than anybody realizes. This is a fairly exciting find, easily the most significant thing I've come across since graduating from veterinary school four years ago. Gripe as I might about my job, this is still an exciting field to be in.

But I digress. I wanted a quick and dirty website to put the pictures taken at our site of the third case out on the web so that others I contact can see what I'm talking about. With luck, I'll get the pictures of the second case out there today. There are a lot of pictures, and I took them all at the highest resolution possible, so they take up far too much space to email. I've rediscovered the fun of coding in html. I really should take time to learn CSS as well.

Clueless Wonder was at my side at the computer for much of the evening. He must have been feeling a bit "needy" last night; he kept putting his paw up on my leg as if to say, "I'm right down here. Don't forget about me." He even crawled up on my lap for five or ten minutes - no mean feat, since he really doesn't fit well on my lap (or anyone else's). That ended with Adolescent Cat from Hell deciding that he'd usurped her lap, and kicking him off. There are times it's nice to be fought over, but I did feel badly for CW, even though he rather unconcernedly strolled over to the sofa and happily dozed off there instead.