The v-e-t just called and they were able to do Gizmo's ladygardenectomy today! She was still asleep but did really well, and also her tests came back fine! Mom says Gizmo will be home tomorrow, yay! We keep forgettin' where she is and are always lookin' outside for her.
Here's the story of gettin' her to the v-e-t:
Mom and Dad were plannin' on takin' her in Monday night 'cause the office is open late that night, (until 7 PM) and that way, Gizmo would be there first thing in the morning ready for her surgery. They had efurrything ready to catch her - the crate and the KFC to lure her into the crate (last time they tried efurrything from tuna to a warm turkey drumstick, but they were also tryin' to use a humane trap, and she wasn't goin' for that! They heard that KFC works sometimes when other things don't). Mom put some KFC outside and some in the crate and waited for Gizmo to come to the deck. She waited and waited, then decided maybe Gizmo wasn't comin' because she could see Mom there. By this time it was gettin' close to 7 PM, too. Mom went in and sat on the couch for two minutes, and when she went back out to check, Gizmo was there and had already eaten the KFC! She had started to eat the regular food that Mom had put out (hopin' Gizmo would hear the sound of the food being poured in the dish), so Mom went outside to figure out what she was gonna do. Gizmo kept scurryin' away from Mom, but she kept headin' back to her food dish too. Sometimes she lets Mom pet her when she's eatin', so Mom decided to try to grab her. She petted her for a little bit then grabbed her (we don't think Gizmo's efur gonna let Mom pet her again)! There was a little trouble gettin' her into the crate, but there were no injuries to either Gizmo or Mom. They tried callin' the v-e-t to tell them they were on the way, but there was no answer. Sometimes they stay later and don't answer the phone, and they were expectin' Gizmo that night, so Mom and Dad loaded her into the car and drove to the v-e-t's office, which was all dark and closed...
At this point, Mom called Grandma, who said she could keep Gizmo for the night and get her to the v-e-t's office furry early in the morning! (She lives lots closer to it than we do). So Gizmo got to spend the night with our Grandma (Mom was furry glad 'cause she wasn't sure where she was gonna keep Gizmo for the night at our house). Thanks Grandma, you're the best!
Oh, for the record, we got to try some of the KFC, but we don't like it! Gizmo loves it though (she didn't really get to eat that much 'cause Mom was worried 'bout her eatin' before her surgery, but they couldn't figure out any other way to get her to go in the crate or stay still enough to be grabbed).
We'll update once we hear more news...