Blest Sunday Spay Day Update

Meowllo and welcome to Blest Sunday. Me’s gonna let sis Raena tell ya’ll ‘bout her spa day yesfurday, but me wanted to fank you all fur da purrs and purrayers. They were needed and purreciated. Okay Raena, it’s all yours.

 Raena lays in mommys lap

       Fank you sissy. Is anypawdy out there? Sissy, Purrlease stop hissin’ at me.

Well, then stop touchin’ me.

   That’s enough girls. Dezi, be nice to your sisfur, she’s still a little under the weather. And Raena, be nicer to Dezi, she’s confused today like you were yesterday.

 Spay Clinic


Spay clinic


       Sorry mommy. Sorry sissy. Anyways, I’s gonna tell everypawdy a meowsy big fank you. I was a little touch and go at one point. But, I’s gettin’ ahead of mines self, so let me start at da beginnin’. We had to be at da shelter in Ardmore at 8:45 a.m.; so no sleepin’ fur mommy da night befur. And did you know dat mommy didn’t even let me have brekky? Seems ya’ can’t eat after midnight befur a surgery. And let me just say, you all dat luv spa days have got to be crazy ifin this is what ya’ll do. Anyways, no brekky fur me. I watched mommy fix up one plate and then I got ushered into da stroller while sis Dezi got da plate of food. Mommy and me said see ya’ to sissy and we was off. It was a long drive, but da car was comfy and cool so I didn’t mind. After all, I was with mommy and on mines way to a “spa day”. When we arrived mommy took me outta da stroller and put me in da Samsonite. Now I started wonderin’ just what kind of “spa day” this was. When we went in, all da peeps made over mines beauty and gawjus eyes. Just repeatin’ what they said. Anyways, mommy filled out some paperwork and they put some pink bracelet ‘round mines neck. Mommy gave another lady some green papers and we went to a table to sit down. They said I was 24. Not sure what dat was, but da numbers went up to 60 fur da day. Mommy said dat’s pawsum, and they had almost as many numbers fur today.

 Raena waiting for her spay surgery

       Anyways, mommy got a coke and a donut and sat and ate right in front of me. Hmmph I know mommy likes donuts, but I’s didn’t get any brekky. There was lots of peeps millin’ ‘round and lots more kitties came in. Then some doggies started filin’ in. Now let me tell you, those things sure did get noisy. One of them was so loud everypawdy was hollerin’ at him. Ifin I had known what was ‘bout to happen, I’s might have joined him. Anyways, mommy luvved on me a bit and took a couple of fotos and then suddenly a man came and put me on a big cart with these other kitties. Mommy purrayed over me and da other kitties and I was wheeled off to a trailer outside. I got a little scared, but all of a sudden, I saw mommy and then I drifted off to sleep.

 Mommy A waking Raena after her spay surgery

 Mommy says not to pay ‘tention to her, she didn’t have on her

makeup. She did attempt some in da foto editor tho’, and fur sure

used da wrinkle remover.



         Da next thing I’s ‘member is bein’ so cold. I could barely hear mommy. I knew she was there, I could feel her arms ‘round me, but mines eyes couldn’t focus and I just couldn’t wake up. It was sooooooo cold and It took so much energy to breathe. Mines heart seemed to be missin’ a few beats here and there. I could barely hear it, but I knew mommy was purrayin’. Furinally mommy kissed me and I heard her clear as day. She said, she luvved me and she would never leave me. And she hadn’t. Mommy had kept her purromise and she never left mines side. It was like mommy was breathin’ fur me and her heart was beatin’ fur mines. Da warmth started comin’ back to mines body and I was able to pull mines tongue back in mines mouth. When I could hold mines head up a bit mommy had da nice lady next to her look after me fur a minute and mommy opened up da stroller and put me in it. I was a lot bit wobbly and confused, but again, da peeps were all makin’ over me. I could hear lots of peeps callin’ mines name. One of them even wanted to take me home with her. Yeah, dat’s never gonna happen. I’s not ever wanna be anywhere without mommy. Mommy got to eat a little lunch and we were off. Mommy purromissed special treats, so we went to da Wallyworld. And then we were on our way home.

 Raena in stroller after spay

       When we got home and I furinally got outta da stroller, mines legs didn’t work so good. And everythin’ seemed to be closin’ in on me. Mines heart was racin’ and I didn’t know what to do. I cried and cried. I wanted up in mommy’s lap one minute and down da next. Mommy wouldn’t let me jump anywhere. ‘Course, dat might have been a good thing. I couldn’t quite focus on da tree, or anythin’ else fur dat matter. I was pacin’ from one room to da next. And I couldn’t get enuff mommy luvvin’ I would rub her legs, arms, hands anythin’ she would let me near. Until suddenly, I’s just attacked her. I don’t know why I did it. All I wanted was to luv mommy and yet all I could do was bite her and jump at her. Mommy got out one of those toys she put back da other day and gave it to me. Fank catness, I quit attackin’ mommy and started carryin’ dat toy ‘round while I paced da floors.

 Raena carrying her new nip toy

       As da night went on mommy noticed dat I would get in da pawdee box and pace ‘round and squat, then get in da other box and do da same thing, but never left a depawsit. You all know by now what a worrier mommy is, and dat’s ‘zactly what she did, worried. You also know dat we believe in purrayers too, so mommy began to purray. All da while, I just wanted to be as close to mommy as I could get. Y, I even jumped up on da human potty rim while mommy was availin’ herself. she said she didn’t know how I did it or where there was room, but there I was. And no, there’s no foto purroof. Seems it’s okay to take fotos of us peein’ but not mommies. I just couldn’t seem to settle down last night, but mommy was so tired, she furinally had to turn in. Sis Dezi sure wasn’t purrleased with me, but mommy says it won’t last. I sure hope she gets over it soon.

 Raena plays

       Anyways, I furinally went to da pawdee box and left a huge depawsit this meownin’. Mommy was so happy, she almost danced. And let me tell ya’ dat’s a feat since she can’t even walk in da meownings. I’s eatin’ good and drinkin’ purrlenty and back to scalin’ da tree and anythin’ else I want today. So fank you all fur your purrs and purrayers. Mommy says I’s gonna be a real sensitive kitty and dat hopefully I won’t ever need to be put under anesthesia again. So there ya’ have it, dat “spa day” was really a spay day. Seems da doctor took away somethin’ inside me and now I will never have babies. But dat’s not a bad thing. It also means mines risk of certain cancers are decreased and dat I shouldn’t develop bad behaviors. I do have some stitches and somepawdy knicked a couple of mines teets and they’re kinda sore, but I’s gettin’ back to normal. Hopefully sis Dezi and me will start gettin’ along again soon. I don’t understand why she doesn’t like me, but she sure is mad at me right now. Ifin ya’ don’t mind, we could use some extra get along purrayers.

 Dezi and Raena on cat tree

Yeah we could at dat. We need to wrap it up fur now. We’re also joinin’ da Kitties Blue fur Sunday Selfies. Me might not be so fond of Raena right now, but me is grateful she made it thru and is back home. We’re so fankful fur those who helped make her spay day pawssible with green papers, and all your purrs and purrayers. We are so blest to have you all in our lives. ‘Member to take a minute today and everyday to give thanks fur da blessings in your lives. And we hope you all have a wonderful day.

Till da next time…………………………………Be Blest!!!

Dezi: Vibrant Blue 

Raena: Navy Blue

Mommy A: Black


Luvs and Hugs and Kitty Kisses

RaenaBelle and Deztinee  

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