Edgy Mama

Biscuit coming off anesthesia

Actually, the pup was only pitiful for about 8 hours after his surgery (yep, it was the one guys don’t want to talk about).

I’m supposed to keep him “quiet” for 7-10 days. Right. Once the anesthesia wore off, it was back to frisky Biscy. When I refused to play with him, he commenced to humping his bed enthusiastically. I guess it takes a while for the testosterone to work its way out of his system.

Houdini, the pelvic-fractured feline, is getting a bit better every day. He just started moving around a bit, albeit gingerly, looking rather like a 95-year-old man maneuvering on an uneven surface. He spends most of his time on his bed, either in the crate or in the sun on the screened-in porch. He’s happiest when snuggling. Luckily, the kids help me love on him.

I tell you though, the litter box is about to do me in. It’s a very small litter box, small enough to fit inside the crate with the cat, the cat’s bed and food and water (see below). Therefore, when he uses it, Houdini either paws a good of bit of litter out of the box or just turns the whole box on its side. Yuck.

Remarkably, Biscuit seems to understand that his friend is injured, and when I let Houd drunkenly wander around the living room, Bisc just gives him a hello lick and watches him for a few minutes. He seems perplexed by the fact that the kitty doesn’t want to run, play or swat at him.