Frances got the last of the staples out today and is officially donut free, as long as she's good about not biting or scratching or licking things open. She's ecstatic about that, and I'm pretty happy too. She isn't even hiding under the bed tonight. I think she spent the whole day licking herself.
Here's Ms. Bacon while she was still under the donut, snapped after she decided she really needed a very close look at what I was doing.
Me, I've started another set of stranded gloves. I know they're not on the Christmas list. Don't judge.