The Cone of Silence

Last month, Nora had a few operations. We had her "fixed" and had her front claws removed (let me stop you right here if you think that is inhumane... Nora has a wonderful vet and does not miss them! Nor do we! Those things were sharp! She will always be an indoor cat and won't ever need to protect herself in the wild.) Well, anyhoo- the vet suggeted that she wear those cone to keep her from irritating her stitches on her belly and paws. I was out of town when Zach picked her up from her surgeries, so when I came home this greeted me at the door...

hahahaaaaa... adorable, right?
For some reason, she was super affectionate when she was wearing the cone. We didn't make her wear it all day, every day- she only wore it when she was left alone during the day. But we did observe her wearing the cone and found that she ran into walls. a lot.

The cone prevented her from grooming. See her pittiful attempt here. She would raise her paws to her face, but then end up just licking the inside of the cone.

Wwe affectionately named it the "cone of silence." Nora was so calm when it was on, so sometimes we still put it on her if she's getting a little crazy. Is that mean? I don't think so....

Last week it was time for Nora's belly stiches to come out. The vet asked us to bring her back, and he would remove the stitches. Zach took one look at them and said he could handle it. And he did. One careful snip, and the stitches were gone. I can only imagine Zach one day stitching up all of the neighborhood children.