Mom and Dad are very frustrated with me right now… not me personally because they love me so much, but they’re terribly tired of dealing with my boo-boo and very worried that it’s never going to heal right.

We were very pleased that Diane — she’s our vet — tried to fix my cyst without surgery, but the drains didn’t work. So she cut me open and removed the cyst. It was two inches wide! I was in good shape for a few days, but then my noggin started swelling up like a balloon. Diane’s only in the office every other Saturday, so Mom and Dad had to take me to CAVES.

The doctor at CAVES (I don’t like him one bit…) took something like a gallon of fluid out of the top of my head and said I had a something-or-another-oma. He said they had to use hot compresses on my head and keep me quiet until it healed. Well… they’re doing pretty good on the first part.

We’ve been to see Diane a couple of times so she could clean me up and open my drains, but they’re just weren’t working — so yesterday she removed them. Now Mom and Dad are having to work on me every few hours to clean me up and Dad’s a little ticked off because all I want to do is play and they’re having one heck of a time with that “keeping me quiet” bit.

Oops… gotta run. Here comes Mom with the towel and hot water.

Laundry tags — those little paper thingies that are stapled to your shirttails when you pick them up from the cleaners.

Every day for the last week or so, Ginger has foraged the trash can and closet and every night, we find them on the bed — sometimes under the covers. We assume she’s playing with them, but have no idea what the fascination is.