P’s getting spayed today. We spent the night together, playing – mostly me laughing at her as she tries to attach with cone around her neck (to prevent her from scratching her ears).
I dropped her off at the vet’s this morning and she had no clue what was going on. She loves going there because it’s the only time she gets to go outside, tucked away in my little kitty purse. I tearfully bid her adieu (like a sad cat lady) and left for work.
I’ve been sitting at my desk all day waiting for 3 o’clock, when I’ll be able to call and see how she did. I talked about her a lot today, asking a coworker, who used to work as a vet’s assistant, if they’d call me before 3 if something went terribly wrong? What would happen if she licked up some water from my kitchen tap (she was to be food and liquid free after midnight)? She reassured me that all was well.
3 o’clock comes and I had to force myself to wait until 3:09 before I picked up my phone to call. Turns out my baby is fine and is “back to normal and being rambunctious” aka she’s being bad, which is normal for her. Although, I have to admit, I’m a bit disappointed, I was hoping this surgery would calm her down a bit. Let’s hope that when I pick her up tomorrow afternoon, the backs of my hands will not see another bite or scratch from her (for some time at least).
I’m not sure what to expect when I get home tonight. Will I be bored stiff at how silent it is without her? Will I be able to sleep without her curled up on my tummy or wrapped around my head? Will I say to myself, “so this is what life was like pre-kitty”? And enjoy a peaceful night where I don’t have to check the cup of water next to my bed ensuring she hasn’t been sipping from it, get up every time she opens the door to my bathroom – yes, she can do this, leave the comforts of my bed when she steals Kleenex from the box and eats it, or yell at her when she knocks my iPod, alarm clock, cell phone, etc off my bedside table. I’ll probably enjoy a peaceful night, but I’ve got a love/hate relationship with all of her annoying habits. This must be what unconditional love is. Wowza. Does this officially make me a crazy cat lady? Or am I just a maternal person, who’s now fully completed “European Wife Training“? I really hope it’s the latter.
Photo courtesy of me, P hailing her mama or upset that the flash of my camera interuppted her beauty sleep.
Ah my dear, it’s incredible how quickly we become attached to our little kitties, innit? I’m sure she’s back to normal now, being just as bad as before.
Give her some time to let the hormones work their way out of her system. Maybe then she’ll mellow out.
She totally is bad already. You wouldn’t even think she’s had her “womanhood” removed, she’s jumping, biting, chasing and terrorizing like she did a couple of days ago. Ah well, at least I’ll have my foot warmer back in my bed tonight.
LOL ‘P’ as in you guard her ‘real’name from the dangers of the net? Some kids should be as well looked after as ‘P’
haha. No, ubermouth, p’s just one of the many nicknames I’ve given her – penny’s her birth name. Scratch that, ‘Blink’ is the name she was given at the humane society, it didn’t sit well with me so i renamed her.
thanks for the compliment. She’s taught me patience so i’ll be a pro mum when/of I have real babies.
Aw, you’re adorable, and so is Penny! I hope that she’s back to her old self again, which by the looks of the comments, she seems to be!
How long have you had little Miss P? She’s a doll!
I always get sad when my little “Lee Lee” (I have a thousand nicknames for my puppy, Liam) has to go to the vet. We haven’t had to kennel or board him yet, I’m really hoping that we can find a friend or a family member to watch him when we have to go out of town…ah! I can’t think about it.
I don’t think you’re a crazy cat lady. I don’t know you, granted, but you seem too cool and sane to be a crazy cat lady– or are you just frontin’?!
-M.
You know what? I spoke too soon earlier. She’s better than ever. She’s totally mellowed out. Phew.
I got her for Christmas, she’s almost 6 months old now. Seems young still, but I’ve noticed she’s now got an old cat’s meow.
Liam is so cute (and Lee Lee is similar to one of my nick’s for Penny, PP – not to be confused with Pee Pee). I was talking to some coworkers yesterday and we’ve decided that there’s nothing cuter than baby animals.
You should sit him on a friend’s doorstep with a sign around his neck reading, “will you take care of me for a weekend?”, how could anyone say no to a face like that?
Definitely not frontin’! Thanks!
Haha, my fear with that grand idea is that my friends would more than likely never give him back… puppies and kittens have that vicious effect on people!
I miss my kitten…I love cats. They have such great personalities and people always say they just sit there and take naps, which…I mean…they do…but then they do so much more!
Haha, Pee Pee, that’s cute. I have too many nicknames for Liam. I try to keep it within the two syllables so he doesn’t get confused with his name. But, “Sweet baby precious” is most definitely longer than two syllables. Oops?
6 months…awwww. yay. =)
I agree with you and your coworkers, baby animals are the cutest things in the world.
-M.