He didn't sleep for the whole Deepavali public holiday. And he ate 6 meals that day, not counting the biscuits.

And he was scratching and scratching. I thought he was allergic to the shower gel or the powder, or he had fleas. After much scrutiny, we thought maybe he was just attention seeking.

Sister S said maybe he won't scratch if we let him wear his shirt. But he got too warm. So Sister S said we had to use the cone. Which we did.

I watched DVD for one hour after that. Apparently once the cone was in place, Max just sat there quietly, looking miserable, with Spencer trying not to laugh.

I gave him some Bach.

He finally conked out on the kitchen table, with all lights off and radio tuned in to an oldies station.