Seems she had to go to the vets today for an operation. When the slaves got the container out I ran far away, thankfully it was not for me, phew. Once she had left for the day the rest of us settled down for a relaxing day.
All hell broke lose this evening when she returned though. First thing we noticed was she came back with a Cone of Shame on her head, ha ha.
Then the slaves were nice (weak and pathetic) and took the Cone of Shame off her, so she ran away and hid under the sofa.
The silly girl then started to have a go at her stitches so they placed it back on her head again, serves her right. Right now though I am trying to sleep and I can't as Eowyn keeps banging into things, making too much noise.
Poor little stripes, was she spayed? My cat's a nightmare with his Cone of Shame - terrifies the dogs witless!
ReplyDeleteYeah she was. The Cone of Shame lasted about 24 hours before we took it off. She then spent the whole day cleaning herself but thankfully left the stitches alone.
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