Zofia let me sleep last night. I suspect that she needed the sleep, too. I also suspect that one, some or a combination of the drugs she was given for her surgery reacted on her, making her hyperactive, restless and distracted. She would periodically attack her incision, and even her eating was affected.
Yesterday, she was much more her usual self. She is eating well again, is playful to a normal extent (close to hyperactive at times, anyway, being a kitten), and ready for sleep when the day has tired her out. I am keeping little Miss Zed isolated when I am absent, but allowing her the usual freedom when I am present; keeping an eye on her movements, and the dangers that may be presented to her wound, calming her and Hector down when they become too rambunctious.
I have not insisted on a cone. It didn’t stay on when I went to work yesterday, and she did not bother her incision. That is the most important factor in my determination, and her frantic attention on Monday to her surgical site seems to have been occasioned by both the medication and some fresh feeling coming from the wound. I check the site often while I am present, and it has remained a light and healthy pink, like the rest of her shaved abdomen. She is now unconcerned by it.
By the end of the week, I doubt that I will quarantine Zofia even when she is unchaperoned. Her medical care will be complete and she will be once again available for adoption, perhaps with her black-furred best pal and playmate. Just in case anyone reading might be interested…