The hilarious (and also of course sad) thing is that bandage somehow unhinges her brain and it completely immobilizes her, even though it’s nothing but a paper towel torn in half and some tape and a dollop of antibiotic cream. But she can’t walk, she can’t jump. It reminds me of a cat I used to have who would fall over if you ever tied anything around her stomach. Or, for a more universal analogy, Ricky Bobby’s brain-invented paralysis (no need to see the actual movie, you get pretty much all the Talladega you need in the previews…all except the “floating hands” part, which maybe may be worth the price of admission, oh and “Karen,” that part’s good). So now Piggy just stands there, playing Depressed Statue until we pick her up and put her on the bed or the couch. All very upsetting.