I love my little kitty, but he's driving me up the wall. Henry found a way to tear his lampshade collar (made out of a material similar to hospital gowns or something like that), shimmy it off (not over his head, but down his body like he was taking off a skirt), and then bite and break two stitches that are holding his little surgical site (there are 6 others still holding). We've brought him to the vet both yesterday and today for check-ups due to his badness, and while he's okay and doesn't need to have the stitches replaced, he can't be permitted to get to any more.
On top of that, he's lost some weight and developed a heart murmur. He's only eating half of what he should be to maintain his weight, and in general he's just being a royal chore. The stress of taking care of him is definitely affecting DH and me - we're snapping randomly at each other about the dumbest things.
I love the little stinker, though. He's sweet when he's not being a troublemaker. I'm just so anxious for this episode to be behind us.
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