Unhappy kitten
Our little Meg went to the vet today to get her lady-bits snipped.
It's one of those necessary evils, both for her sake and ours (we're all a little wilted after nearly a month of sleeplessness caused by her nocturnal yowlings for lurve).
Even so, I felt very, very guilty when the poor thing came stumbling out of the cat carrier with one leg bandaged (from the drip the vet used to lessen her post-anaesthetic hangover) and one of those lampshade-style collars round her neck to stop her biting at her stitches, shaved on her side, looking bedraggled and smelling of surgery.
She is one unhappy little kitten, and it's all my fault. I hope she forgives me.
It's one of those necessary evils, both for her sake and ours (we're all a little wilted after nearly a month of sleeplessness caused by her nocturnal yowlings for lurve).
Even so, I felt very, very guilty when the poor thing came stumbling out of the cat carrier with one leg bandaged (from the drip the vet used to lessen her post-anaesthetic hangover) and one of those lampshade-style collars round her neck to stop her biting at her stitches, shaved on her side, looking bedraggled and smelling of surgery.
She is one unhappy little kitten, and it's all my fault. I hope she forgives me.