Two days after surgery, our boy Sam is doing just fine. His incisions look a little rough as they heal, which I guess is to be expected, and I made Fred come examine both eyes because I’m a worrier. He thinks they look fine, Sam is doing okay – playing like no one’s business – and healing up.
He was a bit standoffish toward me for most of the day yesterday (maybe he remembers that I’m the one who took him to the vet!), but last night he climbed into my lap, purred, and suggested strongly that I rub his belly.
I did, of course. He knows I’m there to do his bidding!
I’m allowing him play time with his brothers and sister, as long as I’m there to keep an eye on him. Basically, I follow him around and stay within arms’ length in case I need to pull someone off him. So far, no one’s jumped on him, but he’s jumped on just about all of them! I’ll give it a few more days before I completely stop worrying (did I mention I am a total worrywart?), but I think Sam is going to be just fine.
Earlier today, my husband referred to Sam’s “eyelips”, and I laughed until I wheezed.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Don’t you FORGET IT.