Poor Matilda, she just came back from the vet . . . wearing the “cone of shame.” It’s taking her a while to adjust to the fact that she now needs twice her width to fit anywhere. There’s a lot of “plastic clunking into things” sounds. It hasn’t fazed her personality, still as happy as ever. It does keep the rain off her head, as long as she doesn’t look up.
Either let me in or get me some scuba gear, please!