Nil by mouth

Tilly has come of age, her last big growing up milestone is upon us and I don't like it too much. That little tiny, almost helpless kitten, has reached the age of of maturity where a mother daughter talk was necessary recently and among all the other adolescent feline life skills issues to be covered, contraceptive advice was required if she wishes to go out dating, something she is showing somewhat of an interest in lately!


Was she really ever this tiny?

To that end, the once tiny wee Tilly kitten has just been shipped off in her little box, complaining loudly for the entire journey, having been less than impressed by the 'nil by mouth' rule over the last twelve hours, to the vets for her first ever surgery. Hopefully her one and only. Much as it was tempting there will be no 'Tilly kittens' it's just not practical in a small flat and with our current 'employment status' not a good move at all, to save the cost of the surgery now would be something of a false economy compared to the cost of a pregnancy and the resulting offspring......besides which I would never be able to give any of them away!

So now I'm like a nervous parent, it's her first anesthetic and that always makes me a nervous wreck little uncomfortable. Hey ho, nothing more can go pear shaped this week surely, so it's fingers crossed and back off to the vets at 3 to collect what will likely be someone feeling very sorry for themselves temporarily and sporting a shaved patch and bucket on her head!

How do I just know that Tilly and the 'bucket thing' are going to mean trouble this evening!