Gwyn hasn't been very happy the past couple of days because she's been wearing the cone of shame.
She's gouged two massive chunks out of her neck, so she'll be a cone head for a couple of weeks.
I feel bad for her because she got a big box of treats that came with the cone, and she's not really touched any of them! She got a scratching board, and a scratching post, some anti-itching spray and some cat nip. Her favourite present was the bloody box!
Here she is, in her favourite present.
Anyway, now she's properly sucking up to both of us. I think she just wants someone to itch her where she can't reach. I had to give her a sponge bath yesterday, which she wasn't keen on, but tolerated. And she's been sleeping on the bed again: last night she tried to sleep right in the middle of the bed.
She doesn't generally like being near us, so when she's like this it's kind of a treat.
And I say "kind of" because she has the smelliest fish breath I've even encountered.
She's the funniest thing. Getting all in our faces for some cuddles!
I can't wait for her to be all healed up though so she can get that cone off. Poor little old lady!