Katrina went to the vet today to be spayed. That expression is odd too. According to the Internet, it comes from a french word that means "to cut with a sword". Which doesn't quite explain how it got to be associated with removing a cat's uterus and ovaries, but never mind. No more kittens for her. I hope she understands we did it for her own good. She had five little darlings, that seems like a good number at which to stop.
She is really a lovely little cat. She is getting to be more comfortable with me and her surroundings. Last night, she even jumped up on the bed for the first time, just after I turned off the light. Of course, I had to turn the light back on immediately so I could see her. They say all cats look grey in the dark but I am here to tell you that a black cat just looks blacker!
She wasn't allowed any food or water last night after 10 p.m., in preparation for today's surgery. She was rather vocal about it this morning, rubbing against my legs and meowing in the quiet way she has, as if she couldn't understand why I wasn't feeding her. Perhaps I had forgotten? She even laid herself across the empty placemat on the floor where her food and water bowls usually sit, as if to tell me, "something is missing here!"
I had no trouble getting her into the cat carrier but as soon as she was in there, she crouched down and got very quiet. I don't think cat carriers have a very good association for her. But she seems fine now that we are back home and she is in familiar territory again. She dashed out of the carrier and immediately headed back under the bed, but came right out again when I came back with food. She gobbled up the little bit of wet food I gave her, the vet said only a small meal tonight. Hopefully she won't hurt herself if she decides to jump up on the bed tonight. I'm just glad it's all over and we can spend more time getting to know each other.
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If it isn't too late for you to read this, put a step for her, like a tuffet or something, so she won't make one big leap. Or make her a ramp.
She is really starting to trust you, it's just lovely! And no, Wyatt doesn't have a whole white patch, just a few white hairs here and there. His belly is soft, round, black velvet.
Actually Wyatt's fur is black, tipped with mink. So in the full sun, he looks chocolate brown. Crazy gorgeous.
She ignored the step stool I left by the bed and jumped up once. Hopefully she didn't do any internal damage. Her white patch got shaved off for the surgery, now it's just a very pink, spotted belly!
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