While funny to watch, you have to feel for the poor cat, trying so hard to "act normal" while the effects of a sedative, administered during a visit to the vet, wear off.
When Kate and I were living in Manhattan, she had what turned out to be an upset stomach (thank you, Pepto-Bismol).
Just to be sure there was nothing more serious, the vet suggested an x-ray, which required Kate to be sedated.
They had to keep her for a couple hours afterward, and we managed to walk the seven or eight blocks home just fine.
I had some work to do and was sitting at my desk. Kate went to her crate, which was in my bedroom/office, and laid down.
She got back up, came out of the crate and sat watching me.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Kate's eyes slowly closing. She opened them suddenly and then they started closing again.
I couldn't resist watching as the pattern repeated. Then Kate started leaning slowly to the right. She never fell over, but kept bolting upright.
I could have sat there laughing, but I guided her back to her crate where she went to sleep. She was fine a couple hours later.
Poor thing.
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