Katsu sat by the litter box, shoulders hunched, head slightly down, a glare on her little kitty face. I was the one who put her cone back on last night! If she had her way, I would be a dead mouse lying stiff on the laundry room floor. And then she would eat my carcas. And leave what little was left for The Bearded One to find - just as a warning.
Katsu is NOT happy about her post-surgical cone. The Bearded One and Stubble are also upset about the cone but for different reasons. Stubble's bath mat has been marked two or three times. She fits into the litter box cone and all, but that isn't REVENGE. And Stubble is the one who drove her to the Vet on that fateful day.
The Bearded One cares more about the livingroom accent rug than the bathmat and she is systematically destroying the corners. She started doing this (chewing on the rust colorred accent rug) as a small kitten but since last week's surgery she seems to feel that if she can't run around with her brother and sister, she may as well lay there and chew.
Stubble and The Bearded One have tried everything imaginable to get her out of the cone. They started with an ace bandage wrapped around her torso - which just slid off over her "hips" as she walked. We finally ended up with the old standby - the newborn "onesie" - which is fine until she sits down and slouches and her belly (and stitches) hang out below the t-shirt hem.
Last night I bought a slightly largter onesie (0-3 month size), removed her cone and put her in the t-shirt with the "through the legs snapping exentsion" over her tail... and that worked out fine as long as she was right with us where we could see if she tried to disembowl herself by pulling out stitches. She very happily groomed every inch of herself that was not covered by onesie, ate, used the litter box, and then fell asleep in her donut bed for the rest of the evening. Getting her back into the cone when I went to bed at 11 PM required assistance from Stubble (who apologised up and down to a very indignant Katsu).
"Why not just leave her in the t-shirt all night?" he asked.
Because I'm not willing to take her to the vet tomorrow and explain why the stitches are gone and her guts and hanging out, that's why.
Which brings us to this morning's evil stare. I did not just come downstairs and remove the cone.....I am a very bad person and deserve everything that she dishes out to me. Duly noted.