Effie has just three more days, counting today, of indoor-only recovery. The seven days behind us have been mercifully tranquil. The few mini-tantrums, aka yowling jags, have been brief, coming nowhere near the intensity and duration of her time in heat. The cause of her suffering–and ours–still grates on me. No cat should have to be subjected to surgery twice to be effectively spayed! But it happens.
Her sutures are fading, and she keeps them immaculately clean. She looks out the window overlooking Effieland and mews to go out, but I’m usually able to distract her with petting and toys. I know Halvor misses her. He comes for lunch three times a day, plus breakfast and dinner.
She watches birds through the windows and clicks her teeth. She’ll be back, she warns them. She’s never taken one down. The ones small enough to enter Effieland through the overhead bird netting stay off the ground and out of her reach. This does not thwart her determined hunting aspirations. Effie is a world-class huntress of bugs.
Effie’s regency in Effieland will resume early Friday morning. Our autumn has been sunny and mild, with plenty of bugs.
Here is our sanguine princess at rest and at play on the bed.