goddamnit Shadow convinced me to let her out of the cone so she could groom the heck out of herself and of COURSE she plucked the scab off.
it is smaller than it was the last time this happened but aaagh. Part of me wants to just say we are done here and let her back outside to deal with the consequences because I am tired of having to plan my days around cone-sitting a sad cat. But I know that once she chills out I am gonna put the cone back on her for another night and day...