Vet: Hello, you can come over and pick her up now, she's a new cat!
Me (thinking): New cat? I want my old one, thank you.
What I actually said: Er. Thanks.
Watch this space...!
30 minutes later...
She's back!!! The cat is back!!!
She's skinny, paws and neck shaved and for the last minute or so, she was trying to run away from me (I don't think she could cope with the overwhelming wave of relief I'm emanating).
She's also eager to sniff everything else but me. She only keeps still when I sit down infront of my pc. At this moment she is manically cleaning herself. She does have that chlorine bleach hospital smell about her. Or maybe it's the garlic pasta I just had.
Oh the little things in life.