Reliable reports had Whitey asking for his lawyer all the time he was awake.
However, Oscar made Whitey look happy. He was sufficiently fractious (their words) they could not sedate him normally, and instead gave him an injection in the rear flank. This made him recover more slowly, to the point that we were advised when calling to check on them that he may need to kept in a safe room over night. So +Katherine Derbyshire prepped the downstairs lavatory (she wanted the larger more familiar library, I wanted the smaller safer bathroom), and off we went to check on them in person and hopefully rescue them from the clutches of the vet.
I think Oscar would say evil <expletive> vet. Oscar's motor skills were iffy, but his lungs were just fine -- upon our arrival in the back treatment room, he gave a hiss worthy of a cat twice his size. He was in the wrong (larger) carrier, but we decided to let him stay and stuff the larger Whitey into the smaller carrier for the ride home. Our vet was vaguely disappointed by our decision ... at least he said that he would pay good money to see us transfer Oscar between carriers.
Yea, right. We didn't need the money, and we are not that stupid. We know to respect an annoyed cat's personal space. (Her Emilyness taught us well, many years ago ...)
Whitey, who wasn't in the second carrier yet, went in fine. He did continue to meow for his lawyer, of course.
We got home, locked up Oscar in his safe room, let Whitey out wobble around, and got everyone an early snack. Neither cat who went to the spa ate much then or at dinner time, which was no surprise.
Oscar got released on parole at 9 PM, and was wobbly but in moderately good spirits as soon as he was free. He did want to cuddle, but he also was hissing with the least provocation.
Both boys recovered their appetites the following day.
Saving the best for last ... the blood work for each of them was fine.
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