I'm back from my ordeal at the vet and I'm SO glad to be home! Last night Daddy didn't feed me any food after 8.00 pm and I spent the whole night beside myself because I was STARVING and I pawed and pawed at Daddy's leg and I jumped up on the sofa and knocked things off the bookshelves to get Daddy's attention and I meowed and I meowed but Daddy wouldn't give me any food. So when Daddy got up this morning and still didn't feed me, I could tell something was up, and at about 9.00 am Uncle Kevin scooped me up and petted me and talked gently to me and he carried me closer to my cat carrier and I said "NO!" and I REFUSED to get inside that carrier, but Uncle Kevin finally managed to shove me in, and we got on the tram and got to the vet, and the nurse wanted to examine me, and this time I REFUSED to LEAVE my carrier, but they pulled me out, and then the nurse poked and prodded me and stuck that stupid thermometer in my bum again, and when she was done I made a beeline for my carrier, and I stayed there for a few hours until they were ready to operate on me. And they gave me some anethesia and I fell asleep and when I woke up I had stitches on my left side and a big patch of shame where they shaved lots of fur, and I had a pink bandage on my front right paw where an IV tube had been. And they gave me a special pain-killer called methadone which was a kind that wouldn't affect my kidneys. And the doctors also gave me some food, and I was starving, so I gobbled down a bunch of wet kibble. And at about 5:oo pm Daddy and Uncle Kevin came to pick me up, and we went home on the tram, and as soon as Daddy opened the door of my carrier, I zoomed straight upstairs and went to my litter box in the bathroom and had a big poo. And then I walked into the front room where I have a smaller litter box, and there I had a big pee, and Daddy was silly enough to take my picture:
And then Daddy gave me a scoop of hard kibble and I helped myself:
And then I noticed that my dish of wet kibble wasn't downstairs, so I meowed and convinced Daddy to give me some wet kibble as well. And then I settled down onto the couch on my green pillow and got back to my routine of evening relaxation:
And I have to go back to the vet in 10 days to have the stitches out. And the vet took out a small chunk of that tumor, about the size of a small lump of sugar, and it will take between three to seven days for it to be analysed, and then they'll know whether I need to come back again and have surgery to remove the whole tumor. But until then all I can do is relax and get myself back to normal...