Nesting

Missy likes to nest when she's unwell/worried/unhappy.
We've not done that to her, it's how I found her this afternoon when I came up to the lounge.
(I also found her in one of my kit bags under the bed this morning)

I think the anaesthetic and pain meds are wearing off now for the poor little girl. She was clearly not happy last night and ended up in our bed whimpering. We knew she wasn't faking when she even refused bacon and cheese!

Finally got some meds into her with the aid of posh sausages this afternoon, and she's brightened enough this evening to deign to eat her usual food.