  Got the rest of the loan on Thursday. After we pay all our bills owing, and coming in next month, we will have a grand total of 69 dollars left to buy groceries, a pet carrier, glasses, medication, christmas presents for family and friends, and other items. However, it's rather a moot point, since the aforementioned 69 has gone the way of the dodo. The other poopsmiths have gone to a home without other cats.
I've been assured that they will absolutely not be euthanised, unless the illnesses manifest, and they suffer for it. Otherwise, no fear of them being SPCA'd. I am thankful, although a little lonely. More than a little lonely. A lot lonely. Went to the doctor yesterday, got prozac doubled, and happily, as of yet, no paranoia, and the negativity that depression so affords has been stifled. I go in for a bevy of bloodwork ASAP. (Branflakes, it turns out I do not have Google disease. ) Still no word on funding. Decided to take a slightly different route, and check on declaring myself disabled, but it turns out I wouldn't get any financial help with that because I would have had to be working four out of the last six years.
Don't know what else can be done. Didn't get the parent helper job, but they said they would keep my resume if they needed backup, or if this applicant doesn't work out. I'm still scanning the want ads, but there's a lot of nothing to be had, unless I miraculously develop mad carpentering skills. 
