i have become very attached to my kitty. obviously. so when i took her in to the vet to get declawed and spayed on tuesday, i knew i would miss her, but i didn't know how worried about her that i would be. she has definately become like a child to me. i never thought that i would like having a cat this much, but i really do.
so this is where the story really begins. i took her to the vet that was suggested by the shelter we got her thru. the shelter paid to have the spay done there and it is the vet that they usually work with. you don't really expect a highly-recommended vet to have bullet holes in their door and have a small, scary, underground labarynth of an office. i was very nervous leaving her there. and i got even more nervoud waiting for the call saying that the surgery went okay and that she was doing fine. the call that never came. which, to me, seems very unprofessional. but whatever.
so i am not nervous anymore because i finally got a hold of the place, two days later, mind you, and ivy is eating and doing well. i get to go get her tonight and i will be happy to have her home. i really missed having her walk on my face to wake me up in the mornings. i really did.
