Well, I've made it to the day after my surgery now and I'm starting to feel better. My jaw is less sore and I got to eat some solid food (some last Fancy Feasts before embarking on my new diet).
I'd like to give meow-outs to my cousin-cat Hamish (he's a nice grey cat who lives with Eoghan, and Aislin) for sending me a get well card and a couple last Fancy Feasts. I appreciate the cat-solidarity.
Here is a photo of me with my arms shaved. Not something I would have chosen for myself but I think it makes me look skinny.
Even though my surgery is over, my Big-Cat insists on giving me some antibiotics; which I hate. Not only does my Big-Cat have to force an eye dropper into my mouth and then squirt the medicine down my throat; the antibiotics taste terrible (I'd rather be taking Buckley's cough syrup).
Here is a photo of me hiding in my tent after getting my medicine. If the Big-Cat comes for me again tonight, I'm going to close the front panel and wait until he goes away.