Shadow has now been spayed, and we have returned home. She is presently curled up and asleep in the deepest, darkest corner under my bed, which is probably the best thing for her.
We got home between five and six, but the post-surgical instructions included not letting her out of her carrier until eight. So, a few minutes after eight I lifted the towel off of her carrier and opened the door.
After taking a few moments to collect herself she appeared, but I was appalled at her condition. She might have been drunk as she swayed some while standing, then when she tried to walk she had real difficulties with balance. Her strength seemed much reduced, too, as she couldn't climb onto the top of her carrier. With me in attendance, she slowly explored the small part of the apartment that I had walled off for her, never walking more than a few feet before sitting again to recollect herself.
Interestingly, when she came to the scratching pad she had no trouble scratching at it in a coordinated fashion - I suppose that the scratching action must be handled by a non-cerebellar pathway that is resistant to the anesthesia.
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Shadow will now begin a lifelong journey towards spheredom via hyperalimentation. All interest in sex will be replaced by interest in food and small moving things.
I have planned for that, actually. Between her climbing pole and her already-present fascination with moving (and particularly hiding) objects, I think I can keep her exercised enough to keep her in shape.
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