After having been neutered, microchipped, and given her shots, you'd barely realize that Moo Moo even went to the vet. She's been attacking my hands when I try to make her a comfy place to sleep. She was tossing around her cat scooper. She's in good spirits but her body can't keep up. She's been falling all over the place and her head has been wobbling up and down, side to side. George says he can't stop laughing because he's afraid he'd cry. I know he wouldn't cry, but my big tough man has a soft spot for our furry hellion.
We had to put Moo into a large cage because she kept trying to climb everywhere and the vet said to keep her really calm and to prevent her from climbing and jumping, both of which she did within the first few moments of being home. She's crying and crying to get out of the cage, or as Thrix said,"You took my uterus out. MOOO, MOOOOO!"
Poor baby cat.
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