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Obligatory cat post
Feb. 15th, 2016 04:58 pmThere actually were mimosas on Friday, but more importantly, Friday was the day that I took Lady Jane Grey to be spayed. None too soon, she'd gone into heat again, and was regularly interrogating me about where she could find BOYS! So on Thursday, right before I left for work, I locked her into the media room with no food, since they didn't want her to have any food before abdominal surgery. Makes perfect sense.
I am told that Lady Jane gave a several hour long, operatic performance on her plight. She performed the arias "Where Are The Boys?", "I Am Starving," and a truly virtuoso performance of everyone's favorite feline aria, "This Door Is Shut, Monkey!" Me, I was at work, but I gather she could be heard all through the house.
When I got home from work, I took her to the vet. This was the first time I've ever taken her someplace and left her, since she's come to live with me. I also took Arwen to the vet to have her thyroid checked to see if the increase in medication is adequate. I then came home, drank mimosas, and went to bed. David agreed to pick up Lady after her surgery, while I was still asleep. When I woke up, Lady was curled up on her chair, looking pretty pleased. David said that she seemed incredibly grateful to get home, and suggested that she may have abandonment issues. She was rather more spry Friday night than was wise or recommended; I infer from this that the anesthesia had not completely worn off. Saturday morning, she was moving a bit more gingerly, but still quite good. She's been eating, and generally doing well -- although she appears to have thrown up some food this afternoon. I suspect this was merely recreational, though. Cats!
Arwen's test came back showing her thyroid exactly where it should be, so that's fine. Naomi...is still incredibly picky about eating. I have bought another rotisserie chicken, and will be making more broth, tonight. She does like the homemade broth, although chicken drippings are better. Occasionally, if you give her food that doesn't have enough broth on it, she will give you a meaningful look.
Karen, I will try to remember to save you the wishbone.
I am told that Lady Jane gave a several hour long, operatic performance on her plight. She performed the arias "Where Are The Boys?", "I Am Starving," and a truly virtuoso performance of everyone's favorite feline aria, "This Door Is Shut, Monkey!" Me, I was at work, but I gather she could be heard all through the house.
When I got home from work, I took her to the vet. This was the first time I've ever taken her someplace and left her, since she's come to live with me. I also took Arwen to the vet to have her thyroid checked to see if the increase in medication is adequate. I then came home, drank mimosas, and went to bed. David agreed to pick up Lady after her surgery, while I was still asleep. When I woke up, Lady was curled up on her chair, looking pretty pleased. David said that she seemed incredibly grateful to get home, and suggested that she may have abandonment issues. She was rather more spry Friday night than was wise or recommended; I infer from this that the anesthesia had not completely worn off. Saturday morning, she was moving a bit more gingerly, but still quite good. She's been eating, and generally doing well -- although she appears to have thrown up some food this afternoon. I suspect this was merely recreational, though. Cats!
Arwen's test came back showing her thyroid exactly where it should be, so that's fine. Naomi...is still incredibly picky about eating. I have bought another rotisserie chicken, and will be making more broth, tonight. She does like the homemade broth, although chicken drippings are better. Occasionally, if you give her food that doesn't have enough broth on it, she will give you a meaningful look.
Karen, I will try to remember to save you the wishbone.
