$332.85 later

Harley came home today. She has to wear a cone to keep her from scratching and messing with her ear. You can see the back of her stitches in the close up picture. I had to use the visa to pay the $332.85. On the way home, as Harley scraped her cone on the top of the carrier, I realized that I might need to buy a second cat box for her because she might not be able to get her cone through the covered box doorway and we can't let her outside like usual. On my way to Walmart I looked over at Harley and saw her pop the cone off and start scratching her ear. I banged on the cage in hopes of distracting her, which worked for only a few seconds before she started scratching again. I banged on it again and she stopped for a few seconds, over and over again until I pulled into the Walmart parking lot. Jim met me there and while he figured out the collar and cone I ran into to get the cat box. Apparently the vet people had attached Harley's cone to her collar, which is seems convenient but a pain, because her collar is made so she can slip out of it if needed and of course she is going to feel that she needs to slip out of it since there is a cone attached to it!

Once we got home we let Harley out of the carrier and she went straight to the food. I tried to hold in my laughter but it was just as funny as it was sad, to watch her try to eat with the cone on her head. The cone would go flat on the floor, making a scraping noise on the floor as she scooted across the floor trying to pick up a piece of food. She had similar problems trying to eat out of the bowl. She just pushed the bowl across the floor as she and her cone tried to get a bite. She tried to go out the cat door to get outside but Jim had locked it and her cone wouldn't fit through so she just sat there bumping her cone-head on the clear car door trying to get out. So sad, yet quite funny!

She has to wear the cone for 2 weeks, then she will get her stitches out. It's going to be an interesting 2 weeks. Josiah went up to smell her and backed away, probably smelling blood and medicine. Of course Harley will be spoiled as much as you can spoil a cat with a cone. Right now she has been allowed to curl up and sleep on the clean blankets and towels on the chair. Sweet Harley, I'm so glad she's home.