The healing power of love never ceases to amaze me. Yodie didn't want to sleep w/me last night, as I thought she would. I wanted to keep an eye on her, though, but she was doing so well and she wanted to be w/the rest of the posse, so I took that as a good sign. She didn't hide as though she was sick; she just wanted to hang w/the kits. She ran up the stairs to greet me again this morning. She's still yodeling cuz she's in heat but boy, did she ever have an appetite! I think that, despite the sore throat, she can actually swallow w/out feeling that nasty polyp in her throat and she's amazed! It probably affected how everything tastes, too.

It's snowing like crazy right now, so I'm glad that I didn't have to drive to pick her up at the vet's today. It's a long drive and she may have had to stay the weekend. We're home, we're safe, we're doing better and better every day, I'm surrounded by fur and love and I'm one lucky mom. Yodie says "Thank you for praying me through this 'cat'astrophe."

Blessings,
Mary and Yoda