Miss Blue Eyes here had her stitches removed today. In practical terms, it means she’s now allowed to go outside and my days of scooping poop out of her litter tray should be counted. In obsessive-kitty-mum terms, things might not work out exactly that way. Am I ever going to be able to let her out of my sight and risk her never returning ever again? I’m not so sure. Might just have to get used to scooping out poop until the end of times. She’s got a scratch post that matches her fur colour anyway so she’s sorted.