Good morning, felinity assembled! Did anyone miss us?
Right off the bat Elvira and I wish to thank those who stopped by to read our, specially prepared in advance, posts while we were at the vet for a week, and those who sent support and encouragement to us and Daddy Kiril via various social media outlets and email.
It was greatly appreciated.
As for our stay at the vet I could gloss over it with the cliché "what happens at the Houston Cat Hospital stays at the Houston Cat Hospital" but the sad truth is that not a whole hell of a lot of anything interesting happened.
Elvira holed up in a corner of our cage, with her toys, only coming out for breakfast, dinner, water and litter box runs, checking to make sure I hadn't disappeared, like Daddy.
I think she figured this was the best way to stave off her earlier prediction of doom.
Me? I engaged in the occasional chitchat with the neighbors, when I found the subject worth engagement (I didn't meet another cat knowledgeable in the internet, much less familiar with local legends Laurence Simon, Grace & Co, or KC and the Cat Blogosphere), and put on my "Grumpy Old Man" act for the kind and friendly staff when I interacted with them.
I was napping on the afternoon of our release and knew Daddy was there when Elvira perked up and became happier than a cat in a field of catnip after hearing his voice in the lobby. You'd think Daddy had been away for a month, not a week!
Well, OK, I was happy, too, but I remained dignified about it on the bus ride home, even as he would reach in the carrier to give me a rub, unlike little Miss Sassy Lady who was all "I love you, I love you, let me count the ways!" chatty. Well, chatty for her, that is, as she rarely squeaks. She would soon return to her patented, on her own terms, cautious, friendly and playful, engagement, soon enough, but for an evening...
As for Daddy, the surgeries went well, he has a regimen of eye drops to take, and follow-up appointments, including a laser treatment in 3 and 6 months, all designed to continue reducing the size, and slow the growth of, the cancer. It will be NEXT April before he knows if the cancer has gone into remission.
Elvira and I are ready to get back to blogging and helping Daddy prepare for attending Blog Paws, next month. Elvira knows it means another stay at the vet, but realizes it isn't going to mean a prelude to the apocalyse. :-D
Oh, and about the whole "elephant" thing? Surprised me, too. :-D