As you probably heard, I spent the night at the Place which Shall Not be Named.
As expected, it was awful. They starved me, made me sleepy, scaled off all the toofy tartar I worked so hard to accumulate, performed some odd leg-shaving, and STOLE* my skin tag! Although I will have a cool scar.
Anyhoo, the vet (who was a tiny little girl elf) called me fiesty! I was on my best grumbleguts behavior and I growled, hissed and spat the entire time. The vet also said I was a bit on the hefty side...fie on that!
When I got home I had to make the rounds. At least I didn't have any stinky vet skank on me; nobody had any worries over who I might be. Thank Cod.
First stop was the crunchy food tower. I was famished.
I filled in the last empty bits with some stinky goodness.
What goes in must come out...
I finished off my homecoming with a nice cool drink.
Here's my incision! It's almost two inches long...Mommy was a wee tad freaked out at how large it was. I have internal dissolving stitches so I don't have to go back to have them removed, HURRAH!
The good news is that I don't have to wear a conical contraption. Something about being a little too wide in the glide to be able to adequately gnaw at it--once again proving my point about how there's no such thing as too much Sylvester.
Thanks so much for all your purrs and good wishes...I could feel all the good vibes and they were terrific.
Now, I need a nap.
XX Sylvester XX
*Grayce got to keep her bladder stones. hmph.