Actually, I’m a bit surprised she hasn’t killed me in the last two days.  I had her spayed yesterday.  She was not a happy camper when I brought her home.  She wasn’t a happy camper when I held her down to give her the medicine the vet prescribed. Ahhh, thankfully the vet mashes the pills into a fine powder that can be disolved in water.  No craziness of trying to give the cat a pill.  She wasn’t happy when I woke her up early this morning for her next dose.  And she definitely wasn’t happy when I stuffed her back in her carrier to take her to the vet to have the incision checked.

So yeah.  Minor miracle I haven’t been killed of maimed.