I'd read over the pre-Surgery requirements for over a month, so I was very familiar with the 'Rules'...no food after 9pm, the night before the surgery, no water in the morning, with Kit having to be at the shelter by 7:30am for an all-day stay...and I agonized over how I'd keep Kit away from food. Should I lock him up in, say, the bathroom, for the night, so that Gray and Pi could still eat...or should I just hide all the food, and make all three cats fast for a night? I decided on hiding the food, as I feared Kit might totally trash the bathroom, and be impossible to catch, much less put in the carrier, in the morning!
At 9, I put EVERYTHING in the refrigerator and freezer, as the cats watched, curiously. Of course, being the mental giant that I am, it didn't dawn on me that putting moist cat food in the freezer would make it hard as a rock, but that would be a discovery I'd make in the morning!
The cats all seemed nonplussed over the lack of food for the first couple of hours, and I decided to pop a couple of Tylenol PMs at 11, hoping I'd get a good night's sleep...a plausible idea which would turn out to be, sadly, a fantasy...Starting shortly after midnight, either individually or as a group, Pi, Gray, and Kit provided me with a 'live' performance of howling next to my head, or bouncing across my body...EVERY time I'd start to nod off, WHAM!...Kitty Serenade and Acrobatic Show...By 6:30am, I was exhausted and cranky, and I decided to get Kit into the carrier, so the other cats could eat.
Opening the refrigerator to get the cat food out, and feed Gray and Pi, I discovered it had all FROZEN! Cussing lustily, I yelled I'd feed them when I got back, and I left, with my unwilling companion in tow.
I returned to the clinic at 4:15pm to pick Kit up, expecting to find an unhappy, doped-up cat. Well, he WAS quiet, at first. While making the drive back to the apartment, however, he began to mew, a bit, so I opened up the bag to pet him...and he leapt out through the tiny opening! I was stunned he was so frisky...and he seemed to enjoy the ride, to boot! He even climbed back into the carrier, willingly, when we got home, so I could carry him up the steps.
Who'd have thought it?
"I tot I taw a PUDDY TAT...THREE PUDDY TATS!!!"
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