Author of adventure stories with a shot of romance; romantic novels with a serving of humour; funny books where dark things happen. Often all three at once.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Drunk kittens
Not really, but they look it. My babies have progressed into adulthood. Or rather, put their toes in the door of adulthood, then had it ripped away. Under anasthetic, of course.
Yep, they've had the snip. Well, Spike has, Sugar's had the cut-open-and...actually, what do they do? I don't really want to know. She does, though, she's been picking at her stitches. So I had to run back to the vet and get a couple of collars for them. Boy, do they look stupid. Woozy from anasthetic, falling over, unable to judge how big something is because their whiskers are inside the cone... and, oh yes, the cones.
My babies are not happy with me.
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