Bruce and Reuben were spayed on Monday, and it's all a little worrying.
They have their little plastic cone collars on to keep them from biting/scratching their war wounds, which makes them look particularly sorry for themselves.
Bruce has discovered an ingenious way of eating; he uses the cone to scoop up pellets and then gorges himself. Reuben is not so smart, I've been hand feeding him banana and basil.
In a week or so I'll be able to let them live together again, which is a relief. I had to split them up during the pre-op weeks due to incessant spraying, humping and fighting.
Earlier Bruce managed to wiggle out of his cone and wore it like a crown for a little while.
C'est la vie!
Post op:
Poor Reuben! ...
Poor Bruce!
The collars (and cuffs) will be gone by Thursday. Fingers crossed.