Kitten Torture

By the time this posts, we will have commenced Operation Torture-the-Kittens. Three of the residents of the front room will be going off for their teeny tiny surgeries in the morning and I have been told to remove their food at 7 p.m. It will be traumatic. These kittens are the best and most enthusiastic eaters that have ever lived in that room. I'll be opening up a can at 6:45 for them. It will be gone by 6:48 anyway.

We had a round robin of line-ups for tomorrow's surgical schedule. There were only three slots available, so they were originally given to the All Stars so we could get the litter done together. Then Miggy's eye went wonky. Then both of Princess Torii's eyes joined them on the train to Goop City. Their spots were given to Belle and Garnet, who were due to travel with Maxie to the vet on Friday morning.

And then Maxie's eye decided to misbehave.... sigh.

The good news is that, upon further evaluation, we have found three healthy kittens to make the trip....

"They're going to do WHAT to Belle? Nooooooo!"

"Garnet shall be waiting up here on the curtain rod until you change your mind, Lady."

"If Miggy had known THAT'S the reward for his eye getting better, he would have spit out all that nasty medicine! Oh, and you tell those people to leave the belly button alone. There's nothing wrong with having an outie!"

Belle, Garnet, and Miguel will be leaving the house at o'dark-thirty Friday morning. I'll slip Maxie and Princess some breakfast on our way out the door. Hopefully they will all forgive me by Friday evening.

I'll be back on Saturday with an update.