Okay, so she's really not in the mood for pictures. And this is about the best I got in me folks. Because she's home! She's home!
And may I ask: When's the last time you went to the back door of your veterinary clinic to pick up a member of your fuzzy family, had them carried to you by techs in hazmat suits?
The pamphlet says I'm not supposed to have her in my lap or sleep with her at night or spend more than ten minutes within two feet of her. Yeah. Good luck with that. Like I'm gonna shut her in the bathroom by herself overnight after she's been alone in a cage for three days with no lovins.
Okay, gotta motor. It's Snuggle Time . . . .