Friggin' Shadow The Warrior Queen went and got her face gashed again. >__< Luckily, no sign of infection or swelling so far.

I mean, for all I know, at the Cat Politics level, this was part of an absolutely vital defense of her territory against some cat-level autocrat, and from her perspective this fight made perfect sense.

Still, I'm pissed at her for letting this happen so soon after the Cone Incident.

Fortunately, Peg and I conceded before bed last night that Bast Obliges Us to try to do at least _something_ for her. So we put on our most scratch-proof clothing, lured her in with some treats, petted her until she was calm, and wiped her wound with some Neosporin on a cotton pad.

She was SO GOOD, though. Squirmy and annoyed, and ran straight out the door the moment we were finished, but totally calm and gentle. We're getting used to this from Her Tiny Fierce Majesty.

If she's going to keep living the Barbarian Cat Queen lifestyle, I'm going to have to continue to detach myself emotionally from her fate. I know after her LAST injury that she'd never give in and be an indoor cat. But damn, will I miss that brave little shit when she's gone.