Poor Freckles had a hard nodule removed from one of her lower breasts a few weeks ago; therefore a partial mastectomy with it. Since she was caught licking her stitches, she came home with the cone on her head. Freaked Ditto out; she was hissed to the corner and into my bedroom. Once I trusted Freckles in not bothering her incision, she was free from being a conehead. She found her own space high up.
All is well at the queen's throne today.
