It started out innocently enough: some chortles, coos, purrs. Flip flops, leg rubs. Usually that signaled satisfaction with hearing the can being opened. But if you brushed against her, she made it clear more than her tummy had needs.
I did live to regret that as Little Miss moved into the operatic portion of the day's entertainment. Along with some ... well, let's just call them 'antics' and keep the blog PG, shall we?
So Wednesday was the day with an early morning drop-off. She didn't make a sound on the long ride to town, just lay curled in a ball, certain I was abandoning her.
It broke my heart.
But by noon, the vet assistant called to say all was well and she could come home the next day.