Of course she couldn't eat before surgery.
She also went after me something fierce.
I'm kind of proud of the marks. Maybe they'll scar and I can tell people they are from the war.
A few hours later, we picked up kitty.
Then we put her down on the floor of our house, watched her try to walk and laughed at her.
Okay, we didn't do that on purpose. But she did try to walk and I don't think the anesthetic had completely worn off yet. It was rather comical.
She was looking longingly to go out again.
We hope the little tramp learned her lesson.
Kidding - only kidding!!
I actually felt rather sorry for the poor little poopsey and we took very good care of her.