All’s Well
Miss Sophia is fine now. She shook the final effects of the anasthesia about 2:30 this morning. I know this because she launched an assault on our bedroom door at that hour, rattling the door knob, reaching a paw under the door, scratching and meowing loudly. My normally reserved and dignified cat was telling me in no uncertain terms that she was starving, and that dry kitty-kibble was not adequate sustenance for a lady in her delicate condition. She proceeded to demolish a can and a half of cat food, while Tornado accounted for the other half. When their dishes were well polished, both of them purred around my ankles for some minutes, testing my balance now that theirs has recovered. Then they disappeared to the attic on urgent feline business, not to reappear until the much more civilized hour of 7:00 a.m.
Right now they’re probably plotting ways to torment me, though. They have been consigned to durance vile, boarded at the vet’s until Wednesday morning whilst we are in Indy visiting family and friends. They told me in alternatiing chorus what their opinion was of automotive travel, which is essentially that they do not appreciate travelling in the belly of a growling dragon, and glared from their carriers as they were taken away by the staff. But the alternative was to leave them outside for the four days, a thing I was not going to do to kitties fresh from surgery, with unhealed incisions. So I will see them again on Wednesday. I think I had better plan to devote the day to being suitably obsequious. I’m going to have some cats who are seriously irritated at their pet human.