things they didn't tell Ms. Kitty or me in the brochure

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When the anesthesia wears off, your cat may roll around on the ground kicking and growling trying to get free the arm that no longer exists. This can be particularly heart-wrenching as you keep telling her, "No one's got your paw. It's not there anymore." A new dose of pain meds and a two hour nap make everything better. My left hand fell asleep underneath her while my right thumb developed a cramp from surfing the web on my iPhone with Ms. Kitty's head pressed into the crook of my arm.

Your other pets will not recognize your beloved kitty if she comes home shaved, missing a leg and stinking of vet antiseptic stuff. Emily's tail was instantly puffy once Isis came out of her carrier and she walked around crying/chirping for hours. That or it could be because Isis got more wet food than she did.

One of life's greater indignities as a cat is falling down in the litter box and having to finish your business with bits of litter stuck to the end of your nose. I'm pleased to say, after a few stumbles, she navigated her litter box just fine (once I brought it into the room for her).

Ms. Kitty is home

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Ms. Kitty did just fine during her surgery and is home resting. I guess I shouldn't worry about her being able to get around since she already walked around to the front door, jumped up to the fourth step from the ground and started up the stairs. She did have to stop halfway for a rest, but I think she's still a little drugged. We've shut the door to the office to keep her in here with us for now. I'd post another picture, but maybe we'll save that for tomorrow. She's a little glassy-eyed at the moment and kinda Franken-kitty looking. But being three-legged hasn't decreased her appetite for wet food or hindered her ability to purr.

I'm glad my kitty is home.