I started feeling bad. My tail started feeling worse. Yes, I had a fierce encounter with a neighborhood bully. And the evidence didn't show up for a few days. But an abscessed wound makes its presence known. It fills the house. So, I went to the vet for wound care and came home with a cone of shame, a a nun wimple to keep me from licking or itching the wound, I am totally disoriented because it covers my whiskers. I am running into things and feel like an idiot. I don't think the keeper really appreciates my pain. although she gives me pain drops.
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