Kenobi got spayed today. I'd been worrying about it all week - you know that episode of Saved by the Bell, where Zach has to get knee surgery and starts freaking out that he's going to die under the knife? That's been my constant worry for Kenob, that something will go horribly wrong and I'll lose my kitty. But after little sleep last night, and dropping her off at the vet's with a ton of worry, I got the call about 30 min ago that the surgery went well and she's fine and I can come pick her up at 6. Now I have to go all day without my kitty, nnngh.
At least this way I can stop worrying about cancers and maybe, just maybe, the surgery will make her a little nicer. And fat.