Poor old Cooper has done himself an injury: somehow or other, he's got a nasty burn on his upper back. It looks terrible, but the vet assures me it's superficial and will heal well. But he has to wear this bucket, and socks on his back feet, for 2 weeks until it heals up.
He probably got it under a car with a hot engine/exhaust, but I'll probably never know.
Here he is, with the indignity of the bucket. The worst thing is, he can't navigate with it on. He's been walking into walls, and if it gets caught on the edge of a doorway or something, he has trouble freeing himself. Poor lovey.
Louis is OK with it, although a bit puzzled—he's come to check out his brother a couple of times tonight. Milly, on the other hand, is totally freaked out. She's still quite scared of Cooper, even though Cooper more or less leaves her alone these days—we've had a pretty calm household for quite a long time now. But she can't cope at all with this lumbering creature, and the noise the bucket makes when it scrapes on the ground. It's such a shame—I hope it isn't a permanent setback in kitteh relations.
The main thing right now, though, is to give poor old Cooper lots of TLC, cuddles and help him eat and toilet (he went on the towels in the bathroom tonight, alas). It'll take about 2 weeks for him to heal, so it's going to be a long 14 days, I fear, and the poor lad won't be allowed outside.
Wish us luck!
Socks? Huh?
The reverse Devo/Marvin the Martian
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Cooper contemplates 3 more years of an Abbott government.
