She's on the mend

It's midnight, just past. I went back and did some rewriting on last night's post and realized I probably need to include an update.

Sofia's good. She woke up in great spirits at the vets this morning and was even kind to them, reaching her paws through the cage to play. They were a little wary of the Jekyl and Hyde routine, but had to admit she seemed like a different cat from the Linda Blair version they'd experienced yesterday. She ate several times, small portions, and had kept them all down and after being observed all morning, she was ready to come home. She'll be off by herself for a couple days as we work her diet back up and watch to make sure it stays in her. The other cats don't recognize her scent - she smells of vet - and they've been hissing at her when they catch little scent glimpses. Strange and wonderful that, the amnesia that sets in so quickly. I want to go "Oh come on! You really don't recognize her?! It's not as if she's been gone for months. Aren't there other senses then smell for you guys? Open your eyes, for God's sakes!"

It's good to have her home. She does have a different sound, though. Richard spotted it. We don't know if it's from the constant gagging she'd been going through when she was sick, but her meow has lowered a tone or 2. Now she sounds like a street tough, like one of the "Bowery Boys", Leo Gorcey probably. I don't know if it's going to change back, which is fine by me, it's growing on me, but Richard is a bit troubled by it. If he were one of the cats, he'd probably be hissing too.