Ponyo went to the vet to be neutered yesterday. A procedure like this requires that the cat/dog/animal not to be given food for a predetermined number of hours prior to the operation. So I heard (I was sleeping then) that Ponyo was starving before Mom and Nigel took her to the vet, and basically whimpering from hunger and possibly fear (because of all the vaccinations she had to undergo at the clinic).
I swear I must be getting soft in my old age because when I heard that Ponyo was left at the clinic to await her operation alone, I cried...in my room obviously. OK, maybe not cried. I teared. Same thing. Anyway, I kept picturing the cat thinking we must not have wanted her anymore because we didn't feed her even though she was hungry, and we brought her to a place that brought her fear and then left her to suffer alone. It was a rather sad thought and my heart broke to imagine Ponyo feeling that way. Just call me The Cat Whisperer.PS: She's fine now. She just has this weird bald patch which cracks me up so bad, and it didn't help that Nigel was trying to get Ponyo to wear the Elizabethan collar (That cone shaped collar thingy that pets wear to prevent them from licking their wounds or stitches) because it brought to mind ridiculous jokes. I'm a being of conflicting emotions.