She's pretty pissed off about the whole of it. She's always been independent, even for a cat. And man, is she touchy, growling in frustration. But she came up on the pillow for some face petting, which is somewhat normal, although she is having a very difficult time maneuvering around still. She ate some breakfast, drank a bunch of water, and then I walked down the two flights of stairs to give her an opportunity to use the litter box.
I'm doing my curation job and then going back to sleep myself for awhile. Emmy and Albert were very happy to see me up and about at their favorite time of day.
More to come. Thank you for caring.