Well, when we got up this morning, she was really ON about something...chattering away, pacing back and forth. We thought it was just because we had to witthold food last night because of the tests today.

Well, we found out that there was a MOUSE under the cupboard...apparently she had been stalking it all night and we had the NERVE to take her from her task!

She was her usual snarling, snorting self at the vets...he has gotten to the point that he just chuckles at her...he told me not to apologize, that she was just her "own cat" with her own ideas about things...boy, that's an understatement.

she's been begging for tummy rubs ever since she's been home. It's the least I can do