My cat, Charlotte, is home -- after suffering the indignity of having two teeth pulled at about 9:00 this morning. She's still a little loopy, with dilated pupils, a sway to her walk and a wee bit of drool on her chin, but that's to be expected after anesthesia.
While she isn't as furious as she was this morning when she found herself in the dreaded cat carrier, she's still pretty pissed. How dare I do that to her? She is, after all, descended from Egyptian gods. My behavior was not at all serf-like.
But my diva is home. I am relieved and grateful.
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Glad to hear she's okay (if a wee bit pissed at her mama). Hopefully this will help her feel a bit better.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad she's okay. I'm still convinced my Hemingway is still POed at us for putting him under after he got attacked and his tail got infected. Or maybe he is still POed about moving him across town. Whatever it is, he is no longer the cute cuddling kitten.
ReplyDeletePoor Lady Charlotte! I hope she's feeling better today.
ReplyDeleteSpeedy recovery to her majesty!
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