Misty Grey

I went to check on Misty a little while ago and give her a dose of her medicine. She was sleeping, snuggled cutely in her bed, still wearing the onesie, but I noticed that it had pulled down again. I figured I would take it off her for a little while since I am not going anywhere anyway. I said hi to her and scritched behind her ears and she started purring. Then rather than try to take it off her while she was lying down I offered her a treat so she would get up and come over to me – easier to take it off when she is sitting up. She lifted her head up and stretched her neck out to snarf up the treat without getting up. So I set another one further away and she started to get up and then sorta flopped back down without putting her left leg under her. For a second I was terrified something was wrong and she couldn’t.

Then I realized the onesie was pulled so far down that the neck of it had trapped her leg against her body so she literally couldn’t put the leg out in front of her. What a poor little goof! I am glad I only left her alone for a little while… that would’ve really sucked if it had been longer. I pulled the onesie down the rest of the way and then she still didn’t get up, I think she didn’t “get” that her leg had been freed, so I lifted her up and gently swung her leg forward and placed her little paw under her so she was standing on it. And she started purring again and came over and ate her treats. All’s well that ends well, I guess.

It worries me a bit that she didn’t try to get up immediately when I freed her leg – a sign that maybe her confidence has taken a bit of a hit.

But later she could not be deterred from getting up on the back of the couch. She was careful about it but she got up there: