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Fuzzball recuperation update
Looks like everything is back to normal:
Though he spent her first 36 or so hours back home hissing at her, Othello has now resumed his post as both guardian and pesterer of the kitten. (A warning for you Livejournal people: I post a lot of pet pictures. I mean, a lot. You have been warned.) Here I caught him red-handed, grooming her face. For the first day or so after she came home from the vet, Olivia’s body did have a chemical smell to it, and she cleaned herself obsessively during that time too, so I’m sure she knew it was there. I’m just glad that inter-feline relations are back to normal.… Read more
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.
Olivia’s going to be spending the night at the vet one night next week – she’s being rewired and front declawed. She hasn’t even gone into her first heat yet, so that’s a good thing. I remember how Othello and Iago used to act before they got fixed when they’d get “frustrated” – it wasn’t pretty and cost me at least one apartment deposit. Hopefully our li’l kitten will pull through this with a minimum of pain and inconvenience. She truly is the #1 source of joy in our household right now, so we’re understandably apprehensive about her going under the knife.… 
The princess here is greatly relieved – and completely exhausted, which I’m sure you’ll find understandable, after her recent escape from the Death Star.
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I mowed the yard today (real smart, I hear you saying already, after a nasty bout of heat exhaustion less than a week ago), so needless to say, I’m a wee bit sore. (And refreshed my sunburn to go with it.) Bath time, I think…assuming this isn’t about to turn into another Valuable Lesson for Olivia. 😆… 
