Bunyip is home, but she hasn't eaten yet. If she doesn't eat, she has to go back in. She is hurting and confused and untrusting. She is wearing one of those elizabethan collars, to stop her from damaging her wound, but which also prevents her from cleaning herself. Last night was punctuated by not only moping up puddles of cat pee (because she is terrified of her litter tray), but cleaning afore mentioned cat pee from a cat who is often scared of me now. She is snoozing on the couch now, having spent all night snoozing on the bed. How do I know this? Because I woke up every hour, frightened for her.
There is nothing I can do to make it any better for her. But she is warm and comfortable and safe, and no longer confined in a strange cage. I'll be making a brief trip to the supermarket sometime today, to get her some tasty, tempting food. I'm not going to uni today, but I have to go to wrok this evening.