Under the knife...addendum

When I picked Pouncer up, the vet had put some ratty red t-shirt on them that probably would have fit me. They had it tied up in the back and he looked like a Hooter's waitress. I know he was humiliated. I left him on my bed and went back to work this evening. When I got home, it was neatly placed in the corner of my bed and he was resting without it! For having such a large incision, he sure is mobile. ; )