It's morning somewhere

I picked her up, last night, and renamed her. She was spayed yesterday, and I figured, groggy from the anesthesia, she would be would be nice and quiet. Not so. She had to run around and try to jump up to my lap several times. She's going to be a great lap cat. She is such a friendly cat. I wonder why she was at the pound? It was so sad to see so many kittens in those cages. I didn't look at the dogs, but I could hear them and see the big ones in the kennels. Why don't people fix their animals? One of the girls at work wondered why I didn't let the cat have a litter? I told her that the kittens would have to be found homes, and if not, go to the pound. Why on earth would I want to do that to poor little kittens? Of course, the pound had already scheduled her for surgery when I paid for her on Saturday. Needless to say, the other cats' attitudes could be better.