This is my first post-dental portrait for our bloggie.
You know, when I first came home last Friday, it was kind of great. Mom was all about ME. She watched over me anxiously, making sure I didn't fall off furniture, that I ate, and snuggled with me, stuff like that. Lots of snuggles. I wasn't really good at that yet, but I did my best.
Every tiny meow I made, she was right there to make sure I was ok.
I was the KING!
And now? 4 days later?
That same woman keeps telling me I have a chicken leg!
Right where the IV was shoved in.
I swear, no respect. At all.