Relative Something

So far, so good, for Delilah, who was brought home from an overnight appointment at the vet yesterday, where she had been through the procedure of being spayed. I was happy to see that she didn’t come home wearing “the cone of shame,” as Julian called it. She seems mostly oblivious to anything having happened to her, only rarely attempting to lick or scratch the area of the incision. Now, to simply keep her calm for a couple of weeks.

Cyndie has purchased some pre-built panels to create an outdoor kennel space, which we hope to get assembled this weekend. That would give Delilah a confined space to roam freely, yet limit her from doing any prolonged running.

Delilah seemed so happy to have arrived back at our place that we feel it must be a reflection of her adapting to us as her owners. We are also thrilled at how well-behaved she was for the staff at the vet. Cyndie said they offered rave reviews about Delilah’s mild mannered acceptance to the whole process and to the people who cared for her.

I think our excitement over having her home again reveals that we have adapted to having her as a part of our family, too. It seems as though our cats don’t share our excitement yet, though. They are displaying little interest in exposing themselves to this wild animal we have allowed into the house. I think they believe we must have gone nuts.

Of course, that’s not much of a stretch, as we are deemed pretty darn nutty from plenty of people’s perspectives, every day, …and might proud of it.