Sovay is back from the vet

[commodorified]

Having had one tooth and a lot of tartar removed, and one stitch put into her gum. Everything went beautifully.

She is still recovering from the anaesthesia, plus I just gave her .5 ml of buprenorphine, being a firm believer that since cats conceal pain like a bunch of short furry Christian martyrs they get their pain relief for as long as it's prescribed, not just if they seem "off".

When I picked her up she tended to walk in left-handed spirals and was having trouble controlling her feet:



Now that she's had the bup we're pretty much into "Dude. Did you ever, like, REALLY LOOK at your PAW, DUDE?" I mean, her aura, if not her actual self, has those endlessly spiralling psychedelic multi-coloured cartoon eyes going on.

She does not LIKE being given bup, but 5 minutes after I got it into her she went face down in the gushy food she gets for the next three-four days and hasn't really come up for air since.



Admittedly she was fasted from 8 pm last night til three hours ago, and they only gave her a small snack then, but this is impressive.

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[mmegaera]

This reminds me of when my late, much-lamented Linnet had to have dental work done. He was normally an extremely dignified cat. On painkillers? He was, oh, Mom, I love, love, love you! Pet me, pet me, pet me! while I flop on my back in the middle of your lap and make starfish paws at you (he was fifteen at the time) and purr loud enough to set off seismographs in the next town over!

He even scared his brother, who was my lovey-dovey cat the rest of the time.