Baby Kitty Was Broken

SO WE HAD HER IN to get her fixed. All perfectly normal, but she had to stay in the clinic’s kennel cages for ALL that TIME [cue: violins]. It was long enough for cats, with their nanosecond attention span and 4-bit memory to almost forget her. When Toni brought her home today, the elder cats were going through the “Do I know you? Do *I* know YOU? You talkin ta ME?” phase. By dinnertime, they had it figured out and were back to the old state of mutally-assured tolerance. While I was watching the boob toob this evening, she snuggled up on my chest, purring, then perched on the back of the couch by my shoulder and ZZZZ’d out.

I missed her.

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