My cats got fixed today. Jackie got her full ovariohysterectomy and Greg had his testicles removed.
Now the poor things have silly lamp shades on their heads.
Jackie — my neurotic cat — is, well, neurotic. She’s lying in the litter box like a bed. I assume it feels cool and a bit soothing, like lying in sand. I’m keeping it meticulously clean, but I can’t keep her out of there — they need easy access to it. She’s very upset by the Elizabethan collar (lamp shade), as she typically grooms rather heavily after the stress of a vet visit. I suppose tomorrow I’ll have to be kind and comb her out.
Greg is handling things with a good deal more dignity. He bumps into things with his lamp shade, but seems to be making the best of it with his typical goofy cheer. I don’t know what will happen when he needs to go to the bathroom and Jackie is entrenched in the litter box.
This is going to be a long, long night.