I called at 8.30 (only 30 minutes before I was suppose to) and my fav. receptionist told me, "I'll bet she's ready - let me put you through to the back." Was met with a new, gruffy voice and was told she could NOT go home (minor on my behalf) until Dr. N talked to me. I asked if she was awake, "Oh yeah - she's awake. Dr. N should call you this morning."

9am comes, goes.
10am comes, goes.
11am my boss says, "Get your stuff together and go check on her." That's all it took - I was OUT the door.

Walked into the office and there sits Miss New Gruffy Voice (NGV) who didn't even bid me a "hello, be right with you." I walk up to the front desk (am the only one in the lobby) and am completely ignored (to her credit, I could see she was working on someone's file). In walks a lady with a lab puppy saying, "Oh - I forgot to make her appointment for her spay" - I step aside and oogle the puppy. While oogling I heard the owner ask, "So you think you're gonna cut it? It's hard being new isn't it?" Miss NGV doesn't do anything but nod her head "yes" and walk out of the room. One of the other receptionists comes back in after that and takes over.

Anywho, "S" looks shocked/confused that I hadn't been in to pick K'Cee up yet - said she was DEFINITELY ready to go home. While I was paying the bill, one of the kennel workers brought a groggy and shaking ( ) Miss Kiss to me.... K'Cee immediately latches on to me. (*tears* I LOVE THIS CAT!!)

He said the bump on her nose didn't take long to remove and it wasn't deep at all. He took his scapel (sp?) and cut it out then used a laser to clean up the edges incase it was a melanoma. He said he should have the hystology (right word? sp?) report by the end of the week and he'd email it to me.

When we got home, I set K'Cee down and she immediately fell over (and so did my heart)! She can't stand or sit up very well yet. I drug out Sophie's old cage (crate for GR-sized dogs) and set her up a bed in it.

They told me she wouldn't eat the entire time she was there - this doesn't surprise me. And, the fact that the first thing she did was make her (wobbly) way to the litterbox tells me she didn't use their "facilities" either.

We offered her some water and about a tablespoon of wetfood that Aunt Kelly sent her; she gulped it right down. (We had to help hold her up to eat.)

I called the vet's back and asked about the wobbly-ness... they said the anesthesia should wear off by tonight. If not, call them at opening tomorrow.

I can already tell a difference in her demeanor - she knows she's home and I think that comfort and security is about the best healing "power" there is.

After she rests a bit, I'll try to get pictures of her owie.

Thanks for checkin' on us - it's back to work for me! (I have a feeling these next few hours are going to DRAG by. ugh!)