My baby girl is home and she's looking great.
The stitches look painful and her belly is slightly swollen, but she's still purring loudly and is as lively as ever.
Bronzy, why don't you tell your friends what has been happening to you?
Okay, Mommy! I have a BIG story to share with my friends.
Hello, friends! Where are you?
Are you at the window?
Are you at the door?
Where ARE you???
Oh, there you are! What are you doing all the way down there?
Hey... are you rolling on the floor, laughing at me and my cone?
This wasn't my idea! But everyone said it would be good for me.
This cone is not comfy at all. It presses down on my ears and makes me hear funny.
And the sides keep knocking into everything. Like this bookshelf. I was stuck there for a long time because I couldn't walk forward.
Worse of all, my arm keeps slipping into the gap at the neck and then I feel really trapped! I have to wait till Mommy sees me walking funny and then she'll help me slip my arm out of the cone.
But it won't be long before my arm slips back in.
When I first came home, Slash was very confused. He said I sounded like his sister, looked a bit like his sister, but did not smell like his sister. So he growled and hissed at me A LOT!
Every time he smelt me, he would growl and hiss. It went on like this for half the day.
So Mommy kept us together in the bedroom, but separated us with pillows.
Then later in the evening, Slash decided that Mommy was right about me being his sister. So he put his head into my cone and groomed me because I smelt funny.
And guess what... I have a tattoo now! Can you see it in my ear? Can you? This tattoo tells people that I am special and loved.
Uh-oh... my arm has slipped into the cone again. And Mommy's not here. Oh, well... I'll just nap until Mommy comes to rescue me.