Her belly is looking a little better. The external stitches have been removed and the fur is growing back quickly. However, the swelling is still there. Although it isn't as large as it was before, it is still big and very hard.
The vet said that Bronzy was responding well to the fluid drainage till a couple of days ago when the swelling rose and hardened again. He thinks that this is a continued reaction to the internal stitches and so in a week, when they are dissolved, the reactions should stop. If they continue, the vet said that he would like to perform an exploratory surgery to find out what is wrong.
I am not about to let him open Bronzy for a third time just to have another poke around. So I will wait a week to see if the swelling subsides after the stitches have dissolved. If the swelling remains or rises after that, I will take her to the cat specialist clinic that fellow blogger
Kaz has recommeded to me. But I'm hoping Bronzy will recover before it gets to that point.
At the moment, I am doing my best to keep Bronzy relaxed because any jumping or running will worsen the swelling.
So out came the cage that was purchased when I first moved into this house.

Yes, I know it is quite large for a cat. It was actually built to hold dogs the size of German Shepherds. Since I wanted something that I could confine my cats in without it being too confining, I thought that this cage was perfect.

So here is Bronzy lying on an enormous pillow that was actually Slash's bed when I first got him (but the emperor has shown a clear preference for my own bed since).
On one side is a water bowl to help Bronzy stay hydrated. There is also a make-shift litterbox that is actually the lid of a small filing box. This is to help prevent any "accidents" that may occur in the middle of the night. In the day, she is let out every few hours to stretch her legs and remind Slash that she isn't just a funny-looking stranger.

I think Bronzy likes the cage well enough. She seems to be quite comfortable in there.

I check on her every half hour to make sure that she is resting well and to see if she may need anything else. I do mostly french maid duties like fluffing Bronzy's pillow, sweeping away stray litter crystals and giving her a good scratch behind the ears and around the neck.

Of course, there isn't much I can do about the view.

So Bronzy yawns big and often to let me know how visually boring all this is.

All this won't be for much longer, baby girl. Just rest well so that you'll recover sooner and reclaim your authority as Queen of the house.