Mozzie’s Post-Surgery Journal: Day 1

Mozzie’s Journal, Day One:

The humans have fastened the strange, noise-amplifying cone on my head again, presumably to keep me from fun and enjoyment.
I will sing the song of my people at 3am, in solidarity with others who are fettered with such a cone. I will be unrelenting.

The humans are also obsessed with putting cold squares on my now-naked leg. This both feels good and also unfamiliar so I will let them know, as loud as possible, that I am unsure of their actions.

The cats have been great so far. They groom my ears, which I cannot currently reach, but they also eat my food, which I also currently cannot reach, even though Mom has shown me at least 7 times how I can, in fact, reach my own food.

Tomorrow dawns a new day, and hopefully, a new promise of freedom.

Sharon’s Journal, Day One:

Have rewritten Elvis’ Hound Dog to better accommodate Mozzie:
You ain’t nothing but a hound dog (mix)
Crying all the time
You ain’t nothing but a hound dog (mix)
Crying all the time
You ain’t never caught a rabbit
But soon you’ll be feeling just fine

Also, have been awake since 3am showing Mozzie that he is not being teased by his own food bowl and that he CAN access it despite his cone.


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