Schnookems and Tibs went to the vet on Tuesday to be neutered. Needless to say this wasn’t entirely smooth running as due to a mix up we took them the week before. The cats weren’t desperately happy as they had been starved for 12 hours before their non-existent op, and Ian was equally grumpy as he got up at 5 in the morning to take their food up (the ops take place at 5 in the evening so the animals recover during the cool of the night).
So we took them again on Tuesday, politely declined the opportunity of watching and now we have two recovering cats in the front room. Schnookems seems to have undergone a personality transplant. Seeing that she is under strict instructions not to move or jump and just lie their quietly (her normal activity) she has now taken to breaking out of their room, squeezing through teeny gaps and generally turning up where she shouldn’t be.
The vet has told us to put her on a diet.
We still think that Fibs is pregnant – well we know she is. Either that or she has swallowed a football whole.
Capelet for Interweave magazine went in the post this week. Which ever way you look at it, it is cowpat brown. I do hope they are not disappointed. I finished the silver collar commission that I had too.
Oh yes – how did we get the date muddled up for op? Quite simple. SI is the word for IF and YES. So we thought they were saying ‘yes it is possible’ and in fact he was saying ‘if it is possible’. Sigh…….