So my cat is now an “it”…poor Max. He had his surgery yesterday morning and we brought him home that night. He was mad…to say the least. The vet and his wife (his secretary) said that “he sure didn’t like us”. Apparently he hissed and howled when they tried to get him out of his cage. When Jared and I picked him…he hissed and howled at Jared, too. I guess we spoil him too much and he didn’t like being away from home….and getting operated on. I don’t know how we’ve got so attached to that silly cat…but we have. You’d think a family member was in the hospital yesterday..but no…Max was just at the vet getting fixed. Anyway…he was pretty funny when we brought him home. He was all wobbly and he kept falling over….and then he slept most of the day. He’s perfectly fine now. In fact…in typical Max fashion…he attacked my scarf and coat as I was leaving this morning. Here’s to you my little Max!