Mr. Boo Cat is home again, doing well. He is so happy to be home that he is following me around purring.
All the way home, he informed me of the evil and vile things that had been done to him. It sounded a little bit like the Scarecrow after the encounter with the Flying Monkeys. "First they took my legs off and they threw them over there; then they took my chest out and they threw it over there!"
Scout says he smells bad and has been hissing every time he comes near her. The dogs flooded him with happy kisses and the three of them have been comparing scary operation stories.
To add insult to injury, his belly is naked and it's cold. His front legs have been shaved and he looks goofy.
In a word, the whole experience sucked and he wants the world to know it.
Would that he would realize that the reason it all happened was that he didn't mind his own business and heed the old adage "curiosity killed the cat".