On a more serious note, as expected, he was groggy and slightly disoriented. After the nurse brought him out with a satellite dish around his head, he greeted us and proceeded to raid the bucket of cat toys. On our trip home, he rested his head on the compartment in the console and curled up beside mum, whimpering softly every now and then. His first trip was to the backyard in case he needed to pee due to the drip he was on. He didn't.
We gave him a small portion of his dinner. He vacuumed it up as the nurse expected him to. He did a poop and came inside to nap, waking up occasionally before crashing again. I've never seen him so sad in my life.
He was soon back to his old self, crashing, bashing and ramming his cone through doorways, walls, people, chairs and his crate. He did try to chew, pull off and whack his cone off before he decided that it was a fantastic method to look pitiful and milk as many treats off of us as he could. He even got a short walk.
Ha!
I'm onto you, buddy.
We took him out for regular potty trips. Turns out, he still marks. No biggie. He does have a nasty smell to him though. Guess who's getting a bath in two weeks?
I'm expecting a tough day tomorrow in regards to keeping him calm and quiet. Knowing him, his batteries will be fully charged and he'll be ready to raise hell.
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