Someone has a holiday, but I have rehabilitation everyday life. The injections ended. I still drink antibiotics. I can go from bedroom to kitchen, and to the toilet. I'm getting used to. Three paws are better than two. Now the main aim is the stitch to heal, then this uncomfortable collar will be removed from me and I will finally be able to wash myself properly.

Despite the creepy photo, I feel good. Yes, I look so now. Most of the time I sleep. I eat with appetite. The most unpleasant things are the injections. It is necessary to make two last anesthetizing injections. I hope that after their abolition, nothing will hurt me. And I can not stand the treatment of the seam. While my owner does this, I miaow discontentedly. But I let her do it. It is better to tolerate this at home than in the clinic.

This morning there were several final procedures. Then I left clinic. I was taken home by my owner and her friend. I climbed into my carrying bag and we went home by taxi. On the way, it became a little bit bad to me and I began mjau. When we finally arrived via Moscow traffic jams and I saw my house and the porch, I immediately wanted to jump out of the bag and run home. I started to get away, but the bag was closed. In the apartment I was finally released and I made my first steps already on three paws at home. Home, my sweet home. How did I miss it. Everything here is familiar: sounds, smells, places, moves. In home even walls helps. I hope here I will quickly recover. In the meantime, I'll sleep after the clinic. There, with endless noises, doctors walking and screams of animals, I could not sleep normally for all four nights that I spent in clinic.