WW4 going on here - baby Madcat was spayed yesterday and her brother doesn't recognise her. He's learned some new swear words this week.
I splurged on a surgical teeshirt so the poor little thing was wandering round looking like a drunken santa-elf last night. Probably because it hurt a bit more, she wasn't quite as hyper as her brother after his pre-Christmas snip but she is certainly miffed.
Snorg and Cheddar are lovely, but I'd hate to groom them.