Honey in da house

Well, the hon-ster had her surgery, and has recovered nicely. We had some awful bout with pain meds, which resulted in probably way more stress for yours truly, the inept yet glumly determined caretaker, than for the resilient 4 pound entity known (reluctantly) as Honey. But now, things are happier, and this morning 12 pound Pink was appropriately chased up and down the hall, after attempting to steal food from the feisty surgery patient.

Her prognosis still isn't great, but we're exploring some homeopathic remedies, cause we're not sure chemo is the best option for her at this point. We'll see.

For now, she's having a good time. Which is, of course, as it should be.