To the surprise of exactly no one, Stella is not very good at staying still and letting her leg heal.
Up at 1 am. Up at 3 am. Up at 5 am. Parents of newborns will have no sympathy - except for that to take her out, I have to brave both the neighbor's tough-ass cat and the raccoons.
After two days of constant whining, chewing and peeing I asked the vet for something to knock her out. (I think my exact words were "please, save me, I would really like to leave my house") Now she's stumbling around all drunk-like, and her eyes are even redder than normal. It hurts me terribly to see her so miserable, but if she doesn't stay still, she runs the risk of ruining the surgery, wasting time and pain. Poor stoned girl.
Maybe she'll start watching cartoons with me.