When I came back, it was over and he was recouperating.
I carried him around for about half an hour while he came out of the anestesia.
then it just got bad. As he started to wake up, all he wanted to do was get away from whatever it was that was making him feel weird -- he'd crawl, but in circles, obviously very excited, when he could raise himself up, he'd collapse back down to the ground, take two steps, fall over. I could pick him up and he'd be calm for a little while, but then he'd want to get away again and the falling over, staggering would start all over. This, see, this is why they don't let you watch. Later that evening he seemed fine. Christy and I slept down on the living room floor with him. The next morning he was his old friendly self. They say that in a couple of weeks he'll stop smelling like a tom cat and Mr. Hugs won't be so keen on fighting him anymore. Let's see what happens.