Stella was spayed this morning, and I picked her up at 4:30. I put pillows all around my bed, put a soft towel under the desk lamp and set a cozy, warm spot for her to recuperate. She was restless, though, coming out of the carrier as soon as I'd opened it (which I'd put under the desk close to the baseboard heater in case she wanted to stay there). She staggered around the bedroom, falling over and unable to maintain her balance most of the time. She finally settled on the bed under the lamp.
She urinated at 6:45; I'll wait until she's moving about better before I offer her food. There's water here next to her litterbox.
The vet had said that she was somewhere between 1 and 1-1/2 years old, no more. I've given Elizabeth a new writeup plus some better photos of her for the website.
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