They did just awful things to my itchy eye and then dressed me in a HUGE clown collar! I couldn't even walk in it, so I took it off. Mom put it back on, but I just slipped out of it again. I tried to get on their computer to blog, but they took me away AGAIN and when they brought me back to Mom, I had this little collar. This collar I could tolerate. I could still see and eat and drink and rub my eyes... I shouldn't have let her see me rub my eyes.
This is the new collar Mom got me. I can't rub my eyes. I can't do much of anything with this on! I'm so unhappy! It scrunches my ears and whiskers. It bumps into things. I keep backing away, but it stays on. Victor never had one of these for his eye infections. They said I rubbed too hard and made a teeny, tiny owie on my eye. Please take this off? I'll be good!
* Emergency vet. For some reason, they take forever!
Please send purrs, purrayers and healing mojo to Auntie Deb. She needs it even more than I do. Do you think they'll make her wear an e-collar after this?
