This post should be titled progress and regression. Sigh.
I brought Gracie upstairs around 4:30 just as planned. As soon as I took the collar off she ran back to the basement. I followed her down with her dinner and she chowed down. She basically ate the whole bowl of tuna. Then she wrapped herself into a bowl and napped. She woke up to then use the litter box, which is a great sign of progress as she has been using other items (like a blanket!). Then back to sleep. I watched her for most of the night and she made no attempt to do anything to her stitches, and, as far as I can tell they are healing nicely. Then it was almost time for me to call it a night with her, so I decided to try to pet her. Not only did that make her happy, she rolled onto her back to show me her belly and I proceeded to pet her under her chin for about a half hour. It was really nice.
When she had enough it was time to call it a night so I went to put the collar back on. It was the first time she fought me on it. Another sign she is getting better, but I feel like she lost some trust in me since she wouldn’t let me pet her after. When you love someone (even a cat!) sometime you have to do things they don’t want because it’s whats good for them. At least that’s whet I’m telling myself.