COME ON DOWN...

I wish I was the next contestant on the Price is Right.  I don't know if I am squeely enough to actually get on the game show.  I am definitely spazzy enough...ANYWAY, we have taken the advice of Bob Barker..."Help control the pet population.  Have your pet spayed or neutered."  We will, we have, it's finito.  Our cat, Miss Callie, underwent that  procedure yesterday.  She is about 16 weeks old and I have noticed all the pimp daddy Tom Cats hangin' around my corner and I am not liking that...SO, ring, ring, Hello, Vet, I need to get my kitty spayed, IMMEDIATELY!  His answer: Sure thing.  Bring her in with your first born child and a credit card and we can get it taken care of...

Okay, bad scenario, but BASED on a true story.  All went well, there will be no kittens in our household.  Just a drunk kitten with a bong on her head.  It's actually really funny to watch her walk around-especially as the anesthesia was wearing off.  Even now she doesn't have peripheral vision with the cone on so she mis-judges her food dish and falls over it, or steps in her water and freaks out, or just runs into the downstairs fridge.  I am really going to get punished for laughing at her misfortune.  In all seriousness, though, I did stay up til 11pm to make sure she got her pain meds and then I held her while I watched "The Misfits" starring Marylin Monroe and Clark Gable.  She purred and slept on my lap for another half hour or so, then I gently laid her on her bed in the storage room and said good night.  Seriously, motherly instinct just never leaves.

First time in a pet porter and she did not like it.

She looks kind of like a dranged Bo Peep

This happens everytime she eats...