State of the Foot

Well, the vet called about twenty minutes ago. Foot just got out of surgery and is doing fine and waking up a little. I'll be able to go pick her up once I get off work.

There were only four kittens to abort, which, stupid as it sounds, makes me feel slightly better (less kittens that didn't make it, as it were). Still sucks, but I'm looking out for Foot, so...

Anyhow, more Foot-dates once we're both home and secure.

State of the Foot

We're home, safe, and not in the tornado zones. :)

Foot is so drugged, her nictating membranes are halfway over her eyes and her eyes are crossed.

Yeah, that stoned.

All her tests came back fine, and her shots were done. When I go back in two weeks to get her stitches out, she'll get her boosters and be set for the year. She looks pretty pitiful with her little shaved belly, but that'll grow back.

For anyone who cares, she's only six pounds.

She forgave me; we'e had a few head rubs, but she's still so out of it, that's all she really wanted before she went and curled up and went back to sleep.

Anyhow, we are good. :) Foot is home.