We coned Choco the Cat today, and our formerly bouncy feline instantly turned into a picture of limp, listless depression.
The "play with me!" kitty of yesterday was transformed into a tentative, teetering, rubbery wreck. From the minute the cone went on, she assumed an air of suffering and persecution.
It's all for her own good, of course. She'd scratched herself below her right eye, opening up a small wound that she wouldn't leave alone. After close to a week of applying salves and admonishing her not to scratch herself (good luck), we finally took her to the vet today.
The verdict? A likely infection, and with the wound being so close to her eye, a couple of shots, 10 days worth of antibiotic doses, and a cone to keep her from disturbing the area. For $83. Ouch. So that with luck she won't need surgery...
So will she *really* mope for the 10 days she must wear the cone?
Will she morosely cuddle, as she's been doing for the last few hours, instead of demanding to play?
Aside from commiserating with the poor meowker, I'm curious to see how this will play out.
Posted by Paul at October 2, 2005 07:00 PM