The little princess is home, I picked her up this morning. She did not act herself when she got home. I don't know if it's the pain, the Rimadyl, or she's pissed off at me. When we got home, I fed her and put her in the crate to rest. I have been gone to my grandson's birthday party, but now that I'm home again I see she is acting much better. Maybe she was more mad at me for leaving her with strangers than for the surgery itself. Regardless, I don't think she is mad at me now.