Niko here. I tried to talk her out of it yesterday. Before we got put in the basement Dad had brought me upstairs to Mom and told her it was time to schedule my "surgery" and left us to snuggle her in bed for a bit.
And instead of laying at her feet like usual I headbutted her repeatedly and licked her face and demanded to be cuddled and made biscuits everywhere. I was absolutely a "Mama's boy" but she could not be persuaded.
My appointment is next Toosday morning. Please everyone purr for me. With my neuro issues (we think I have mild cerebellar hypoplasia as my symptoms have never worsened and all the main disease causes like FIP and Toxoplasmosis have been ruled out) surgery is a bit more risky for me and Mom is furry furry worried about me meeting Auntie Stezia.
Oh, and she's a bit cranky with the vet. They tolled her she has to pick me up on Wednesday between 11 and 5, and they are a 24 hour vet, it's not like they go anywhere, they even have normal hours until 8pm, yet if she gets there even a minute after 5 they charge her TWENTY BUCKS. They won't even give her til 530 (she gets off work at 4, so she probably will be there RIGHT at 5, but will have to race, and really doesn't want to pay 20 bucks for being less than 30 minutes late). So she is seeing if her best friend or the roommate can pick me up.