She struggled a bit (well, a lot) when we tried to put her in the carrier, and Colin is now sporting a minor graze to his jaw. She miaowed in the car, but luckily she didn’t try any Houdini stuff – she has grown some serious muscles since her last visit.
At the surgery she came out wide-eyed, low to the table and rather hissy. The vet remarked on how beautiful she was – very true, but she didn’t return the compliment – and took her off to be weighed, before she could protest. She clung to me while he was examining her and during the injection, which was done in a couple of seconds. Thankfully she was pronounced to be fit and healthy, with a good set of teeth (we know that already!)
Back at home now, she is very purry and has downed another pouch of food. If I drank alcohol, I would be enjoying a double brandy. Lemon tea doesn’t have quite the same effect. I’m going to buy her a new scratch post this afternoon, which I hope will go some way towards making up for her ordeal.