Little Man had his surgery yesterday. You know, the one where he went in a guy and walked out "meowing" an octave higher. I hated putting him through that but I have no intention of breeding him and it's supposedly better for their health. No one actually heard that comment from a cat, but I trust the experts.
Andy took him to the vet in the morning, and I picked him up in the afternoon. I worried all day Dash would somehow meet calamity in some form like: escaping from his cage, flying out of the arms of the tech or vet, etc. I even sent along one of his favorite toys in case he did get loose. He's a trickster, so I wanted to be proactive.
I worried for nothing. When they brought him into the room, he was very happy to see me and told me so. The tech said he was very well behaved. He also said he's a beautiful cat. Well, I know that.
On the drive home, Dash squeezed through the zippered opening in his carrier. I nearly went up over the curb trying to catch him with one hand; the other on the wheel. I drive a convertible and was extremely thankful the top was up! I had secured the carrier with a seatbelt, but forgot he knows how to unzip things. He just wanted to be near me. I drove the rest of the way home with Dash draped around my neck, purring and telling me about his "terrible, awful, horrible, no good, very bad day."
When we got home, he ran through the house "mauhing," with everybody following to get a whiff of where he'd been. The dogs have more experience with being at the vet's so they knew.
Dash slept a lot yesterday but was turbo-charged this morning. He is also still clingy. Now, I hate that he had surgery, but I sure am glad he's coming to me for comfort. Oh, and he pats my face. I decided it's a loving gesture since he never uses his claws and he likes to have his own face touched.
Rooney is now "Chatty Cathy." Anybody remember those dolls from long ago? She has found her voice, and is using it, thank you very much. Rooney tells us (mostly Andy) everything from, "Hurry up and give us those meatballs you said we were getting!" to "I want to sit next to you without Jack on the couch, too. Can you make him move?"
It's hilarious to watch! She sort of gets her mouth prepared for "talking" by squinching it up; then she yawns - sort of - then a big old sentence comes out. That, combined with eye movements lets us know precisely what she wants. Now, the Frenchies were talkers, but this is a whole new thing for our girl.
Rooney manages to get what she wants. Jack's happy as long as she's happy. They're a lot like an old married couple...
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