I’ve been home for almost a week now, and I’m feeling ok but its been quite hard. It’s amazing the little things you take for granted until you suddenly find you can’t do them. You know, standing up, sitting down, putting your socks on, those kinds of things.
Louis Catorze continues to remind me that, unwell or not, I am still only the second favourite human in the house; when Cat Daddy walks into the room, he jumps off my lap and runs to his. However, we have also shared some tender moments which make me alternate between pure joy (“Aww, he does love me after all!”) and deep suspicion (“Is this even my cat?”).
I have been sleeping with a pillow on my stomach to protect the surgery site from parkouring Catorzian paws and, after my first night home, I awoke to find him asleep on top of it. Strangely, 2.94kg of cat on my stomach actually felt like support, not like unpleasant pressure.
A little later, I found him waiting outside the bathroom when I had a shower. My first thought was that he was making sure I was ok although, when I tried to step over him and he wouldn’t move to let me pass, I wondered if perhaps he had more sinister motives. After all, if a drug-addled woman recently discharged from hospital happened to trip over her cat on the stairs, nobody would think much of it. Just a tragic accident, non?
Here is the little sod, cuddling my leg:
However, seconds after this photo was taken, Cat Daddy entered stage right and Catorze was off, kicking my surgical incision as he went.
My recovery time is supposed to be four to six weeks. Somehow I think it’s going to feel like much longer.
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