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.