I got awake today about 7:45, still felt tired and went back to bed. I slept with the door open last night and Eleven came in the bed shortly before 8 am. She began pawing at me under the covers. It wasn't a clawing. Then I felt something wet down by my legs. She fucking peed in the bed with me in it. So I got up. I saw that I had a missed call from the vet at 7:56. I returned the call. I identified myself. 

"Let me see", said the answering service woman as she read notes on her computer, not having any idea that I had been called or who I was. 

"We just wanted to see how Eleven was doing." 

"Well, she just peed on the bed while I was still in it. I haven't seen any other reaction so far to the shots." 

"So she's doing well?", so she could put down "owner says patient's doing well" in the corporate log. 

Yeah, other than that Mrs. Lincoln said the theater went well.