Kitten ownership is challenging.
Ella is a sweet little devil, but she is a little devil. I am her favorite chew toy, and she loves nothing more than to climb up my body and sit on my shoulder. Last weekend I showed my sister the scratches all over my shoulders, and she became concerned and somewhat disturbed.
But I do like Ella... very, very much. So, it was extremely upsetting when she took her stitches out the night after she was spayed last Wednesday. I'd confined her to the bathroom overnight, as per the vet's instructions, but she chewed off the outside stitches sometime between 3:00 AM and 10:30 (Thursday is our day to sleep in). Upon this discovery, I immediately began to panic and called the vet's office. I took her in for them to look at the opening, and they told me it was closed enough to heal the rest of the way on its own--but I needed to keep her very confined for the next three days--our extremely vocal little kitty had to stay in the pet carrier. This was a trial for Ella, me, and Dan.
Now she’s out and about again, and acting like she feels fine, but I can’t help worrying about the strange, hard little lump where the wound is healing.