Steve is 100% back to her old self! Well, except for her coat. Her belly fur is growing back and I had to cut out A LOT of mats that built up while she wouldn’t/couldn’t groom. So she looks like she had a minor disagreement with a lawn mower….
BUT!! She’s back to zoomies, back to throwing herself around, back to antagonizing Saxon, back to chasing the red dot, back to chasing everything and anything, and most importantly (to me anyways) she’s back to sitting on the side of the tub while I take a shower! Oh, and have I mentioned that she chewed my flip flops?! I thought it was Yorrick until I saw the kitty teeth marks. Steve is the only cat in the house that chews. I bet she was counting on me blaming Yorrick, too!
I would say that Steve has no idea that she had any surgery!
She’s pretty gassy, and her poos are still soft. She still leaves some marks on the floor as she leaves the litter box, but I can’t complain at all! She’s eating a regular diet, which means she gets to eat with her brothers! No more separate feedings!!
And lastly, Steve has a new foster brother! His name is Ull. I chose that name because we’re fostering him for socialization. A year ago, we were fostering Sif for socialization. We named her Sif because Sif is a Norse goddess associated with strength and courage. Ull, in Norse mythology, is Sif’s son! Fitting, right?