(cute, ain't he <3)
And the right after we got home and lay him down to sleep the anesthesia off...
(not so cute anymore)
He looks totally dead, but he's breathing peacefully. He should be fine in a few hours. In the meantime, he's goldfishing. ... and damn is it creepy. But, starting tomorrow (or later on, depending on how he feels), he'll finally get to go outside. He is (was?) too curious a kitty to allow him to leave, and he showed little interest for it anyway... I hope he'll at least feel like going into the yard. I need to mop the floor.
Note to Future Self: yes it's sad, but it is and will always be the right decision for him.
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