Esme and Foley are not very happy with us at the moment.
This is because we took them to get spayed yesterday... Foley was unimpressed with car riding and yodelled all the way there, then went very very quiet.
Everything went ok at the vets, then yesterday afternoon it was a question of keeping an eye on them while the drugs wore off.
Foley made a break for freedom as soon as the carrycase was opened when we got back. She made it a whole three steps before realising that her back legs were still numb and falling over. That was how the afternoon was spent, watching them stagger from one sleeping spot to the next and then conking out.
Today they are better, Esme is almost back to normal, but Foley squeaks if you touch her back anywhere. They're curled up on the spare bed in the sunshine and look very cute apart from the bald bits.
Poor pussy cats, they'll appreciate it when they realise that this means I can let them outside a lot more.