Yesterday I noticed this little monster had chewed at her Friday spay incision, so it was an emergency trip to the vet this morning. Visions of dollar signs danced in my head, however my vet felt it was nothing that time, Clavamox, and a kitty cone wouldn't solve, and her behavior only cost $5 for meds, plus gas for the 45 mile trip.
Here, suffer in the Kitty Cone of Confinement, you little furball!
(You would think this thing would slow her down. No, she can still ambulate at mach speed, and has to be confined to a cage until she heals).
And then there is Nick, who voluntarily seeks out new and different ways to torture himself.
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