Rewiring the kitten

So yesterday Olivia went to the vet to get “fixed.” (I didn’t really think she was broken.) At the same time, she’s also being front declawed – she’s not going to be an outside kitty, and besides, every other living creature she shares space with can offer a testament to how careless she can be with her claws. In other words: we’re not doing anything to her that hadn’t already been done to Othello, Iago or Chloe. Still, it’s amazing how much the mood of the whole household plunged overnight without her here. Othello moped around the house listlessly. Xena whimpered and whined because she hadn’t seen her new best friend pop up in any of the windows to say hi. And yeah, the humans in the household moped too.
Getting her to go certainly wasn’t easy – she already had other plans, such as playing with the drain plug in my bathtub:

When she figured out why we were trying to catch her, she went into hiding:

But she couldn’t get away…

I look forward to her return today. That way we can all stop moping.