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.
2 comments:
Poor baby :( I'm so glad that she is doing better now. Sue had to have a cone on his head when he had his surgery & I think he purposely ran into the walls & doorways just to make us feel even worse.
I saw a gardener planting poppies yesterday & I thought about you. When do they bloom? Wanna plan a trip?
A conehead cat? Must be from France.
Miss you
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