Sophie came back yesterday morning from the vet, where she was spayed on Tuesday. She’s doing fine, but she was very glad to come back home.

She may have been a little groggy right at first, but she quickly got back to her normal mischief. Tuesday evening, while I was trying to read, she lay in my lap and tried to bite the buttons off my shirt. She’s also discovered that it’s fun to drink from the faucet in the bathroom while I’m brushing my teeth.

She went into heat for a couple of days at the beginning of the month. (We had already scheduled the spaying for this week.) It was a sight to see when Willy tried to respond to her yowling. He apparently had a vague memory of the routine. He stood over her, biting her neck and treading her flank with his hind paw. But after a minute or two of that, he couldn’t remember what to do next. He would stop still for a moment and then walk away with a confused look in his eye.