From Neil Diamond to Tracy Turnblatt

All weekend I was singing Fee, you'll be a woman soooooon.... but this evening I got to start singing Fifi, you're a big girl now!

Today, one day before her three month birthday, Fiona went in for her spay, the rite of passage that makes her no more a little baby. She barely looks like one anymore anyway. I spent a lovely day Saturday with an old friend and several new ones, and brought along pictures of the whole crew. The two I selected of Fiona were taken just about three weeks apart but showed a striking growth in the little woman.

She's home now and groggy but recovering, despite very clearly needing and wanting some snuggle-with-Mom time when we first got home! She can still get under the door and therefore cannot be contained (without also keeping her from food, water, and a box) even though she's more than doubled in size since she came home (was 1.8 lb is now 4). The boys missed her today and barely knew what to do with themselves while she was gone. (well, Aslan knew, he did what he always does, which is contemplate the frustrations of there being other beings in his world). I've got a little barracade set up so that none of the boys can get into her space but she can get in and out easily, and she's spending time in there and occasionally coming out to make sure I haven't abandoned her yet.