One down - three to go... (long)

I`d like to ask for some purrs please.
First for a freshly spayed semi-feral cat and second for my
right hand, which has got a deep bite. <ouch>
Story is, that I am in the process of getting four female cats
neutered.
They are my neighbours cats, she is 76 and not in the shape to do it
herself. Up to now she used to kill the newborn kittens after birth,
as it was usual in old farmer families since ever. As she`s got 4
females and 5 males you can imagine that this summed up every year to
a lot of killings. I don`t understand, how someone who loves his cats
dearly can be so stubborn and cruel.
I worked on her for years, gently, to get her permission to get the
cats neutered. It wouldn`t cost her anything as I am in contact to an
animal rescue  society which will take over the costs.
Finally, some weeks ago, she had to spend a week in hospital, one of
her cats got her kittens during this time - so now we have three
little ones more in the area. Which is fine, but too much as the
territory just grows too narrow for the well-being of all cats here.
So, in the end I got her permission to get the cats spayed and
neutered. Juhuu.

OK - this morning my neighbour was able to get hold of one of the
girls. The most feral one. I drove with her to the vet and she was
astonishingly totally qiet during the whole drive. Which kept me in
too much safety. At cautiously opening the basket at the vets office
Murkel, the cat popped out like a cork out of a bottle of champagne.
She then was all over the office and various things shattered.
So we experienced the worst case szenario - a real fighter on the run.
A normal cat usually takes a look out of the basket before deciding
how to proceed. Not a real fighter. Once trapped, if the trap opens a
bit, a fighter will get out with all his might and find a safe place
to then think about how to proceed. Stupid me.
Should have thought about that before.

Anyway  -  Murkel, the vet and I were high on adrenaline.
Murkel on the run, we, chasing her with towels.
When I got her wrapped she bit me deep into my right hand down to the
bone, and even though I didn`t want to let her go my instincts took
over and my grasp opened against my will. Sh**t.
So we chased again. The vet got her wrapped and let immediately go
when he was bitten. <g>
Then I catched her again. Had a tight grip then, holding her between
the window pane and me and the vet managed to inject the anesthesia.
Puhh. 10 min. relaxation for everyone.

Then everything went smoothly. I watched for the first time directly
an operation. Are proud of myself. Didn`t faint. Didn`t throw up.
But what a sight.

Murkel is now safely home again. The vet gave her an anesthesia good
for a 10 kg tiger, and she is maybe 1 1/2kg. But nevertheless - on
arriving home (5 min. drive) she tried to escape the living room where
she is supposed to slowly awake. A real fighter!

Enough adventure for today. I am going to my doctor to get a tetanus
injection. Just for safety reasons. I am typing this with one hand.

One down -  three more to go...<g>