Mozzie’s Post-Surgery Journal: Day 3

Mozzie’s Journal, Day 3: I tried to up the ante on the crying that I’ve been doing, but Mom and Dad seem to not care no matter how loud or repeatedly I whine. Mom keeps singing a song at me about a hound dog which I find frustrating because she thinks she’s funny. Clearly, sheContinue reading “Mozzie’s Post-Surgery Journal: Day 3”

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Mozzie’s Post-Surgery Journal: Day 2

Mozzie’s Journal, Day 2: I have made it clear in no uncertain terms that I am not going to allow my freedom to be compromised by the cone. I am actively trying to remove it myself but my methods, thus far, have failed. My knee feels weird and hurts and I am unhappy that neitherContinue reading “Mozzie’s Post-Surgery Journal: Day 2”

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 withContinue reading “Mozzie’s Post-Surgery Journal: Day 1”