I was so so so so so worried he would be a different cat and he would be in tons of pain! He is my first baby and I gotta be a worryin' mama bear.
Thinking he was going to be all sad and in pain, I was shocked at his post-op disposition! I guess "downers" (i.e. anesthesia) were actually "uppers" for Dexter. He was running all over the place. He honestly looked high and his perception/judgment was off. When we got home, all he wanted to do was play, and we were told by the vet to limit his activity. I had to hide all of the toys. That didn't stop him from running around like a crazy freak. He literally tried to balance on the side of the trash can (and fell off) and later dove off of the washing machine into paper bags that were stored beside it. Yeah, he was a freaking weirdo.
But now he's fine. He was being such a lover earlier. He cuddled with me and purred and purred and let me take some photos in Photo Booth.
ur lipz r scaring me
i r cuter than u
i r taking over ur interwebz
i morphz into othur dimenshuns
i r multiplyin' like ur calculatur
they can still see u, mom. ur doing it rong.
Happy Friday, everyone!