Floof grows up

Last week I was very worried about Floof because she started behaving really strangely. She was rolling about on the floor constantly, and walking in a bizarre fashion with her bottom sticking out and her tail held to the side. She was even more desperate than usual to escape out of the cat flap, and she was miaowing really loudly all around the house. I was genuinely worried that she might have a serious neurological disorder. I was about to phone the vet, but I decided to google her symptoms first. To my surprise I found out that every one of her symptoms proved that she was in full heat! To be fair, James had already suggested that she was trying to go outside to look for a boyfriend! This is the first time that I have seen this - our previous two girl cats must have been speyed before they had their first heat. 

We had already planned for Floof to have her operation soon, with a view to being allowed outside in the springtime. I brought this forward to today, mainly because her escape attempts were becoming all too successful. Floof already knew that the cat flap is Tom's magical portal to the outside, however she does not yet have a collar with a magnet to make it work for her. This has kept her safely indoors for the last few months. But last week, frantic to get outside, she actually managed to work out how to use her claws to manipulate the plastic catch on the cat flap, and escaped several times! 

So this morning I took Floof to the vet's for her operation. I worried about her all morning. By 2 p.m. when I was on my way back from Yoga, I got a phone call to collect her, and she is currently curled up on my lap purring, with her wee plastic protective cone around her neck. She seems remarkably alert and cheery after her ordeal. I'm just glad that it's over and that she's ok.