I woke up this morning to a scene right out of CSI. A couple small pools of blood on Mary’s twill Pottery Barn rug. Blood mist over a square foot area on one section of the bedroom wall, splatters on other areas of the wall. A sticky splash of blood on the door and a long steady trail of drops leading from the bedroom into the hallway. Cue ominous music.
Nora’s ear was dry when we all went to bed last night, but I guess she must’ve scratched it open again at some point, hopped off the bed, and started doing cartwheels around the house. So we spent an hour this morning with a mixture of peroxide and water carefully dabbing up the drops on the floor. The Pottery Barn rug is a goner (but this probably beats pools of blood on the actual carpet), but everything else came out okay. She may be sleeping in the cage tonight.