Flashback Friday 📸

At the pre-op appointment on Tuesday, my nurse navigator tried to help me work out a plan to sleep away from the cats for two weeks.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that the last time I was cut open for medical purposes, it was at 9 in the morning, and by 5pm I had become the Mumma of a micro-runt from a polyesterous litter (like internet sensation Baby Corn). And that I immediately started pottying him with the incision hand.

I could have worn gloves. That occurred to me about the time he litter trained.

oof, lightening this picture really showed off the bruise there…

Anyway, that was in March 2024. He grew from a little 6oz kittenlet to a 12lb floofy wide boy.

He loves the Christmas Tree.

I don’t know how to tell him I won’t be able to bend over for Speedy Pets (that’s where he runs at me from across the house, and I have to be quick enough to pet him one time as he zooms by. Failure on my part gets an exasperated second try) for 12 full weeks!

So much floof. So much.

And considering this is how Penelope is chillin’ right now…

Yeah, she’ll be easy to keep out of bed… 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️