Sedated and wearing a cone. Swaying side to side, Emily’s clear, velcro laced cone bounces off each unwanted obstacle. A wall, a chair and then her paws unknowingly dip into her turkey delight. No running, no stairs. Just an unreasonably, tight protective shield surrounding her furry, little neck and face.That sad little black and white ball of kittenhood! Each day she’s feeling a bit more herself. How do we know? In the words a child looking into her eyes,”I understand you.” The only thing this girl understands at the moment, is the discomfort that accompanies being spayed. Me….OW!