Ciaran did finally get his surgery on Wednesday – whew! On my part this means that cleaning has occupied almost every waking moment since. I know my friend Ahuva does this every time she prepares to have a gazillion guests at her place – but I usually prefer to take things at a more leisurely pace. πŸ™‚

I’ve started the wipe down furniture/sweep and wash floors/vacuum and shampoo rugs and launder everything process. This is an attempt to remove any possible traces of spraying so he doesn’t get the bright idea to start up again.

I was concerned that he wouldn’t be ready to leave the Vet in time to make the last ferry. With some measure of trepidation I asked when I could pick him up. The answer? In 45 minutes. Huh? The last few times I’ve taken a cat in to be neutered they were there all day. I guess things have changed.

When we got home I put his carrier on the floor of the sunporch and carefully prepared a recovery oasis for him. There was his favourite bed with mounds of soft lap rugs, his own personal litter box, water, and a soft toy as a cozy friend. I was feeling very proud of my efforts.

Instead of carefully stepping out of the carrier, and settling down in his special nest, he took off running and disappeared. The anesthetic wore off very quickly. πŸ™‚

I had also formulated a plan for feeding him. The cats usually eat their meals on the dining room table so that the dog doesn’t partake. The kitten isn’t allowed to jump for many days after his operation so I worked out a way to give him his on the floor (tying Fish outside while he ate).

As I prepared their meal I heard a strange sound and looked over to see Ciaran on top of the table bouncing around in excitement. I guess nobody explained to him his recovery process.

I started to have niggling doubts about whether or not the surgery even happened. However, once Fish sniffed the kitten’s back end and then started humping him I relaxed.

Ciaran spends most of his time divided between hunting mice in various corners of the house and sleeping on me. He doesn’t appear at all traumatized by his recent road trip.

I didn’t go out to take photos this morning – it’s snowing. If I don’t leave the house I can pretend it’s a mirage. Besides, I have a lot more cleaning to do. πŸ™‚


  1. “Ciaran on top of the table bouncing around in excitement. I guess nobody explained to him his recovery process.”… laughs

    Sometimes cats are creatures of habits, or existing cats want in on the “oooh, you peed here? me too” and yeah, the deep cleaning is just fun fun fun. IF there seems to be a spot that is getting a lot of attention, especially if it is carpeted or has a soft covering, a LIGHT dusting of cayenne powder, rubbed into the carpet has been known to help them “get over it” because cats generally sniff before they pee. Better living through chemicals? πŸ™‚ ymmv

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    1. He’s sprayed a couple of times since the operation – which is much less than he had been doing. The good news is that he is no longer a powerful chemical weapon. Still – Feliway will be installed again – I really don’t want to spend the rest of his life running after him with cleaning products. πŸ™‚

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