tingles my skin
thru my slick coat
all the way
inside the cinnamon layer
to the heart
Ahhhhhh kittehs. It's a good Sunday indeed to have that dreaded cone off. We were kept awake all thru the night with my twichie tail and me trying to sooothe it with my own grooming which I couldn't do with that blasted thing on! I would yowl; then walk all over the bed; then I would take the infernal thing and scrape it on the bedrails; in the bathroom on the walls; and finally on the side of her face!
She got a cloth and put hots water on it. Then she gently placed it carefully on one side of my owie and held it there. Oohhhh BIG puurrrrrrsssss then. Closed eyes; calm tail; head nodding off. We both fell asleep then around 2am. Me cradled between her legs; Her, sitting up with pillows; arms wrapped around me one hand under my paws & head; the other hand gently holding the compress in place.
I convinced her this morning that I wouldn't attack my owie if she would leave off the cone for a bit. So here I am; dozing in the blessed sun. Happy SUNday indeed.