I know it seems mean, but it's one of those "It's kinda not funny but later we laugh about it stories." Now we laugh about it.

Pearl was the last one to be spayed when the local vet in her mobile vet RV was in town. So Pearl was still stiff from the meds when she was handed to me. I thought she handed me my cat, dead. (She wasn't!)

I brought her home, and by vets orders, stayed by her side and petted her to wear the meds off faster. I placed Pearl on a folded fleece blanket under the coffee table (so that she wouldn't be stepped on) and laid down next to her for an hour.

I got up to go to the bathroom, came back, and Pearl was finally moving, but very woozy like from the meds. She swayed back and forth trying to walk to my parents room. She swayed and slammed her side into the door frame. She laid down, growled a bit, and got up and tried to move around again, this time to go under mom and dad's bed.

Pearl made it, and began to lower her head where she ended up smacking it into the wooden frame of the bed. She didn't move back or anything but another little growl. She ended up just sliding her head down the wooden board until she was able to go under the bed.

I left her alone, knowing she was mad at me for not only getting her spayed and drugged up, but laughing at her too. Then again, she was being spiteful the week before when I went to the dentist and got numbed for a filling. So, revenge.

Pearl made a great speedy recovery. 3nodding