She washed me:
She took me to the vet, who stung me and then made me go to sleep. When I woke up, I felt weirdly different. Groggy and dizzy and somehow... lighter? Like I was missing something in my hind quarters. I don't know. Well, I must say I felt violated and I blamed Mama and I tried to make her life as miserable as poss for a good couple of days by:
canoodling with her stitching works in progress
messing with her finished and framed stitching
messing with her books
And still she says she loves me, so all my efforts to irritate her were in vain.
