A Cat With A Cone On His Head


There is something exceedingly pathetic about a Cat With A Cone On His Head. He mopes and skulks, creeping about with his belly to the floor, knocking into things, and is too chagrined to look any of the other cats in the eye. He is obviously depressed and also depressing to be around. Perhaps he even decides to pee on the futon, which kind of pisses one off (no pun intended), but one also feels somewhat badly and empathizes with what must seem like the insurmountable ergonomic difficulties of maneuvering the cone into the entrance of the litter box. It is perhaps even in somewhat poor taste to make fun of the infirmities of one's cat by taking his picture when he is so indisposed, making one feel even more miserable and guilty, but one can't seem to keep from doing it anyway. The vet is no help. He says the cat must remain coned for one more week. Furthermore, it must be noted that one really wishes the vet would refrain from slapping one heartily across the back and calling one "kiddo." It is, for the record, too annoying for words.