Thursday Things

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Yes, that's right, the cone is gone. I'm no longer a conehead!

There's actually a story involved here. The Mommy took the cone off on Tuesday night (the photos above); the v-e-t dood said to keep it on 5-7 days, and Tuesday evening was 5 full days not counting Surgery Day. And The Mommy said then that the swelling had mostly gone down around the stitches and nothing was leaky or anything, and I hadn't shown any inclination to scratch or paw at my eye (or lack thereof), but my itchy ears were driving me crazy. So she thought it would be okay to take the cone off (and she had to "pose" me in the photos 'cause I wouldn't cooperate - teehee!).

First thing I did was scratch at my ears. Then it was baff time since I hadn't been able to do that for days neither.


The Mommy watched me close all evening to be sure I didn't try to scratch at my eye. She never saw me do that, but saw that I was bleeding just a teeny bit from one or two of the scabs; she thinks I was over-grooming and caused the scab(s) to come loose. She couldn't tell if any stitches came out, and didn't want to poke and prod too much.

So the cone went back on after just a couple-three hours of freedom.

And THEN, she came home from work on Wednesday, and I greeteded her at the side door -- without my cone! She apparently didn't tie it back on as tight as the v-e-t did, and I managed to get it off. (She has no idea how long I had it off, and I ain't gonna tell her!) She didn't see any more new bleeding around my eye, so said the cone can stay off for now. (And I still looked fine this morning, too!)

*Sigh* I'm so happy to have that dang cone off. Next up, the stitches come out on Saturday. The Mommy warned me that if she catches me scratching or pawing at my eye again, though, the cone's going back on -- tighter -- until Saturday when the stitches come out. I'll be good, Mommy, I pwomise! Cwoss my heart.

Thank you for letting me keep the cone off, Mommy. I wuv you.