I aced my spay! Wait, what? That's not how it's supposed to go? Well, what do I know? I'm just a 7-month-old kitten! Foster Daddy picked me up yesterday afternoon and brought me back home. I had just woken up and eaten a little, so I was still pretty groggy at first and barely talked at all in the car. Foster Daddy watched me closely the first few hours, and the first thing I did was climb up the ladder to the loft bed! He watched me really closely for that, and plucked me off there pretty quickly.
Foster Daddy wondered why I didn't snuggle with him right away, but then he realized that maybe I didn't feel good enough yet to hop up into the chair with him. Foster Mommy picked me up and lifted me into the chair, so I ended up snuggling on Foster Daddy and getting pets from both of them! I purred through the whole thing and tried to head-butt Foster Daddy's glasses like usual, so they knew I was feeling more like myself.
Aunties Dare, Rori, and Freya keep checking on me, and sometimes Aunties Tabby and Missy do, too. I was playing with the mesh on the carrier, because I think it's funny to be able to see through it, and Auntie Freya came over to play. She scared me, so I hissed at her. She got a funny look and backed off, like she couldn't quite believe I was hissing this soon!