I came through my surgery this morning without a hitch. I ought to spare you the gory details, but that’s not my style…

One moment, I was sitting there wondering why the table was so cold; the next thing I know, I was asleep. When I awoke, my `hoo hahs` were gone and I was as sore as hell.

There. I said it. In the words of a Great American Human, “That’s all I have to say about that.”

The Big Guy said he was going to get me fixed but, I swear, I think that there was just more damage done. I couldn’t walk straight for several hours.

I am doing just fine now… didn’t even need any meds for the pain `cause, you know, catnip is for losers. (No, those pills are for a little intestinal malady that flared up a few days ago.) Had myself a big ol` bowl of food, too, since I hadn’t eaten a thing since last  night.

I am supposed to get plenty of bed rest and engage in no strenuous activity for a week. I got these silly Humans hauling me up and down the stairs! Life is good.