First, thank you all for your kind thoughts and words.
Angel coped really well with having no breakfast. I was able to distract him with lot of playing and eventually we were at the vet's office the minute he opened for the day.
I took the opportunity to get all my vacuuming done without Angel chasing the hose and brush head, then went to the bank for the money to pay the vet.
While I was there I had a phone call from the lovely receptionist who told me Angel had already had his operation and I could pick him up anytime after 2pm. It was already after noon by now, so I ate lunch then read a book until 2pm and went to get my Angel.
I carried him home in his carrier and even though he was still groggy, he put his paws through the door for me to stroke.
It was recommended that I place Angel in a warm quiet spot to sleep it off, so I placed him on the couch in his favourite corner and walked away to put the kettle on. There was a thump behind me as Angel jumped down to the floor and followed me to sit on my feet while I spooned coffee powder and sugar into my cup. Awww, he loves me!
While I carried my hot coffee to the table, this very groggy kitty clawed his way to the top of his scratching post, got balanced on the top ledge and jumped across to the table.
I put him back on the couch and he came right back to the table. He wanted to be cuddled. So we got comfy on the couch and he crawled onto my chest and buried his face just under my chin.
I think he had a headache from the anaesthetic, (just like I always do), because for the next few hours, he slept on my ribs with his forehead pressed in hard just above my boobs.
Eventually he followed me to the kitchen again as I heated some soup for my dinner and he ate a little food. I'd been told to offer him half the amount he usually eats, so I did, he ate it all and drank some cat milk, then went back to sleep on my ribs, again with his forehead pressed in close.
Just an hour later, he ate more food, drank more milk then slept on the couch for a while.
By 6.30pm, he was awake and walking around, a little stiffly, a little wobbly, but definitely better. Jumped on and off the bed a couple of times while I changed into my pyjamas, because he'd weed on my pants while half asleep. He drank a lot of water and I wiped his eyes again. They were very weepy, so much so there were drops on his cheeks as if he'd been crying. A side effect of the anaesthetic I'd say, because his eyes are fine today.
We played a little, he rested a bit while I read blogs and left comments, then he jumped back onto the table for his nightly chin and chest scratch. He does this by sitting between me and the keyboard, placing one paw on my chest, then flipping over to lay along my arm so I can scratch his chest and under his chin while he purrs.
I was surprised at his level of activity, (especially climbing his scratching tower soon after getting home), and he continued this way until by 8.30pm he was completely recovered. Back to normal. Wide awake and wanting to play.
Today, he is back to leaping at me from behind doors and miaowing in the bathroom because he wants me to throw his ball into the shower for him.
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