Ginger is home and resting. Other than the spaced-out looking eyes, she looks so much better than she did. She’s on a form of kitty morphine, and they said she might be a little wobbly-legged and suggested watching her around stairs. Of course, the first thing she did was head downstairs and try to eat the dry cat food. I gave her some canned food instead because it’s softer, and she ate all of that (something she never does). It’s good to have her home.