Unlike all our other kitties, Lucy's spay operation had to be put off for many months due to her fragile state early in life. Her harsh beginnings made it so she has battled wheeziness, itchy ears, and runny eyes for a large portion of her small little life. About a month ago, things started to clear up enough that we thought it was about time to make the appointment with the vet. However, she's such a skinny thing, we wanted to wait a little longer.
Well, on Sunday evening when she started uncharacteristically going around the house chortling and then performing "kitty arias" to anyone who'd listen, I knew she had gone into heat. None of the males in our home are intact so all her carrying on was for naught. She was particularly interested in gaining the attention of Tom Tom and "flirted" incessantly--rubbing and showing off her spotty leopard tummy.
The vet was called first thing Monday morning, and first thing Tuesday morning, little Lucy was off to the vet with Hubby at the wheel. Hubby reported that she was extremely well-behaved in her carrier with not a yowl or peep during the drive to the vet. Her operation went well and now she is back home in her carrier and rather groggy but still bright-eyed as usual.
Oh... before the surgery, Lucy got officially weighed at the vet. Lucy weighed in at 5.5 pounds! That's pretty good since at her last visit (when she was 8 weeks old) she weighed in at 1.5 pounds. She's the most petite cat we have... and the spunkiest.