I picked the kitties up around 4:30 yesterday. They were all awake, and excited to get out of their kitten cubbies. Everyone did JUST fine. There were no complications at all.
Francis, who works in the cattery, has had a crush on sweet Cedric since the start, so she snuck in a couple of time during the day to give him a little love. Lucky boy. Lucky Francis.
When they go they got home they ran and ran all over the house. They had the sense to keep it on the ground, and played a good game of soccer with a mylar ball. No one seemed too interested in leaping or climbing, which is a good thing for post-surgery kittens.
They turned in early last night, and were clamoring to get our of their room this morning.
They scarfed down their breakfast and have returned to their soccer match.
Pheona's shaved, spotted belly is just about the cutest thing I've seen. If I can get her to flip over long enough for a photo, I'll be sure to share it with you.
Our little Gibsons sure have grown up. They are starting to look a lot less kitten-y, and are now looking like tiny grown-up cats.
As sad as it will be to say goodbye to this fabulous bunch, I'm excited for them to start the next chapter of their lives.