poor Oliver

So today I got to experience a little parental anxiety for, really, the first time. I dropped Oliver off at the vet this morning and he got neutered today. It's such a basic procedure, but I still got a little nervous when I took him because I've heard of little cats not surviving anesthesia, but the vet tech reassured me he would be fine. I still called in the afternoon to check on him because I wanted to know he was ok.

I picked him up after work and he's been asleep ever since. He did manage to get himself up on to the futon and then he fell asleep again. Normally he sleeps all sprawled out, but he's just been curled into a little ball. It's so sad. He has been up once to use the littler box, but he got tired on his way back and stopped to rest in the hall, so I helped him out and put him back on the futon.

Gypsy seems confused and curious about why Oliver isn't playing with her. She's been watching him from close by and went up and kind of poked him with her paw once. He seems unaffected by any noise or movement, which is weird because he's skiddish, like most cats are.

It's very strange to have him just lay there because he is usually so responsive and active while I am home. Besides being sleepy and a little wobbly on his feet the couple of times he's tried to walk, I think he is fine and should have a quick and easy recovery.