Convalescent but cross

Splodge the cat is getting mighty sick of the cone of shame round his neck. He's managed to ease it off five or six times already but is resigned about having it put back on.

However, one thing that he is truly desperate about is this business of being stuck inside the house. He's managed to get out only once, where he paraded up and down outside, reasserting his right to his territory bfore being scooped up ignominiously and restored to the Great Indoors.

Now, everytime anyone leaves, he sits beside the door they left by, mewing piteously.

Only one day more Splodgey and then all is back to normal