Schnip-Schnip!

9:45 A playful romp before they're off to the vet to get their bits snipped.

10:00 Waiting our turn.

By the time J filled out the registration forms and handed the kitties over to the nurse it was 10:30am. And by 5pm we got the call to say all's well and we can come by and pick them up.

It turned out that we had dish out another 150 Euros on top of the already 120 Euros we had for the vouchers. The prepaid vouchers were only partial payment and the rest of the bill would then need to be covered by the respective owner. Me.

Money comes in. Money goes out.

And by law, cats and dogs need some identification number. By means of a tattoo on their ear or a simple micro-chip inserted near their neck. We were told the chip is far more reliable should the cat runs off and ever gets lost *knock on wood*. So we chose the micro-chip and that ended up being a whopping 35.56 Euros per cat!

Both of them were passed out from the anesthetic and didn't move until an hour or so after we got home.

Dilated eyes and a bit spaced out.

But Yoshi was the first to wake up and stumbled out of the basket like he had drunk a bottle of whisky too fast. His procedure wasn't as hardcore as little Luna's and according to the nurse he didn't even need stitches. Apparently, his balls [or what was left of them] just fused together!

Then for Luna, we had a choice between giving her an Elizabethean collar [the standard cone shape that fits around the neck to prevent the animal from biting/licking their wound/stitches out] and a body suit made by Bonnibody.

We chose the latter.

I had this image of a cat in a scuba diving outfit. And as cruel and unnatural it might be for a cat, if it helps protect her and Yoshi from trying to get at her stitches, then i'm all for it.

Luna, however, took a bit longer to snap out of it and was very disorientated.

Each time she tried to walk, she kept falling on to her side and started panicking. When she figured out her hind legs weren't fully functioning, she freaked out even more and would make a mad dash and crash into things.

I felt so helpless and burst into tears - i can't stand seeing animals in pain.

J tried to comfort her by confining her to a small area. Each time she tried to run, she would collapse to her side. But eventually all the excitement tired her out and she passed out half way through her struggle.

We were told they weren't allowed to eat anything until the next morning. Since there may be a risk that they could throw up their food and choke. So when it was time for the dinner, both of them instinctively scrambled to the kitchen and waited for food that wouldn't arrive.

And for the past two nights both of us have been sleeping in the living room, in fear that they might hurt themselves by climbing up on things. Or Yoshi, may attack her and because she can't defend herself so well, may injure herself.

But here she is doing her best Swimsuit Illustrator's pose.

Although the colour of the body suit makes her look like a Girl Scout Brownie. All she needs are a few patches sewn onto her suit which is earned from accomplishing skill-building activities and she's good to go!

The body suit makes her walk like a robot though.

And she kinda looks like a rat when she tries to hurry across the room because she lowers her body closer to the ground when she walks and has even developed a bit of a waddle. However, i think she's recovering quite well. But we have to give her pain medication which is in a liquid form and squirt it in her mouth.

She absolutely hates it.

She's s already scratched up J's arm in the process... again.

We have to bring her back to the vet tomorrow for another check up. To see if the wound is healing. Then in about 10 days time she'll get the stitches out.

But yesterday she wanted a lot of attention and even slept on my lap for part of the afternoon. She definitely has become more friendly. Or maybe it's because the drugs haven't worn off yet.

She sleeps with her eyes semi-open.

He likes to wedge himself in between gaps and sleep stretched out like Superman.

And our living room has been transformed temporarily into a sleeping den but i don't think the kitties mind so much.