Awww. Look how onery they are.
I've never had cats recover quite this slowly from a spay before. Mitzi got up about 5:30 and climbed up on me for love. About half an hour's worth, until I had to move and put her down. She was going to jump down, but I wouldn't let her. She still won't let me see her incision, but I heard her pick at it with her teeth and told her No. I think it might have hurt when she did that because she didn't do it again. Suzi was barely awake when I found her, so I loved her head and got in the shower.
They're both still walking hunched up, and Suzi has to gauge the distance before she jumps up on the toilet seat. My bed is not much higher, but she couldn't manage that, and I had to pick her up. She won't let me see her incision either. She was ready to jump down by herself when she spotted a woodpecker on the deck, but again, I helped her down.
Neither of them are eating, although I've seen them drink and use the box. Mitzi actually looked for the olive oil this morning, then refused it.
She NEVER refuses it. So I started to worry.
They both laid curled up the rest of the morrning. I wasn't going to give them any more pain meds, because I hoped they'd stay awake and eat this morning. But when I checked Mitzi, her tummy was hot, so I gave her a dose. I also gave Suzi a dose, and she didn't even fight me.
Like I said. NEVER seen cats take this long to recover before.
When do I start to worry?
EDIT: Oops forgot. From fortysomething
My answers to The Friday Four:
1. I love Livejournal because I love getting feedback on my thoughts. Never could get that with a paper journal.
2. I like to put cheeeeeeeeeeeeese on my crackers.
3. The best thing that happened to me this week was ADDERALL!
4. This weekend I'm going to take my kid to mawmaws, have lunch with a bunch of LJ friends, have dinner with my lover and his best friend and his best friends wife (for the first time! go team me!) and hopefully clean house.
In other news, my friend Spike played a song for Scarlett this morning. Adderall is dabomb diggity BUT yeah. I'm seeing some reluctance to drop off to dream land at night. And my teeth hurt. I think I'm gritting them in my sleep. NOT good. Damned splint. Better try it again.
I'm planning an AWESOME weekend - lunch with some crazy girls (sans Courtney, much to my disappointment) at Rio for Cinco de Mayo. Margaritas! WHOO HOO!!! Then dinner with Brent's best friend and his wife - meeting them for the first time evah!!!
GO TEAM ME!!
I hope I get to clean house a bit, maybe Saturday after lunch, before dinner. AFTER I go to Brents and crash from the margarita buzz. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz No wait. If I were to ask anyone who's ever slept with me, they'd say it's not quite like that. It's more like ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZKDAS;LF2)*()%........................................ ^&*zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz................ (breathe dammit!)ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ