Afterwards I was supposed to be keeping her quiet, but a badly-folded blanket and an ill-timed pee meant she needed rearrangement, so we made a brief diversion to mr_snips's castle of cobwebs and cosy warm fires, where she wandered in wibbly circles for a bit, too out of it to know where she was.
Getting home was further complicated by rain, and when we finally got there, Harlequin celebrated by running up and down the stairs a few times, wandering in wobbly circles, seeking out hard surfaces and drafts, trying to jump, and finally fainting. On the pile of blankets, thank goodness. I heated her a wheatbag triceratops in case she'd got chilled, covered her over and let her sleep.
She woke up in an instant when I started feeding Teasel, staggered over, ate, staggered back and fell asleep again. This state of affairs was not to last, however, and we are now living with this:
Yes there are more photos if you click through...
and trying to persuade her that it might be a better idea to give it a few days before she starts full-body pouncing on Teasel, jumping up onto the wardrobe and hopping up and down on her hind legs. With mixed success.
Harlequin, I'm sure, would like to point out that it's just three stitches and she's absolutely fine. Fine!