Later On

Megs slept on me pretty much all night, though when I finally got up this morning, there was no sign of her. I went through the apartment, calling her and looking in all the likely spots. No Megs, but she had clearly been playing in her water bowl: water on the kitchen flow. She seems to want a certain "paw" taste in the water and takes care of that herself.

Finally, I looked at the top shelf of the bedroom closet, in the corner closest to the closet door (and thus invisible if you simply look into the closet from the outside). There was Megs, looking down at me. "Meow," she said.

She’s still there, and I suspect she’ll be there a lot over the next few days as she reacclimates to being home. She’s saved from a vet visit today—The Wife must see the doctor, and she has a dental appointment, too, and I have an endocrinologist appointment. So the vet visit is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. Probably just as well to give Megs a day to recover before the dreaded vet visit—especially since she’ll get some vaccinations.