The cone of shame. My poor baby boy has to wear a cone on his head for two weeks to prevent him from licking what the doctor thinks is a bacterial infection he made worse by his licking it incessantly. He got to the point where the spot had no hair at all- only red bumps. I love though, despite the evil head-gear, how he insists on basking in the sun coming in through a window. He may be miserable, but he's not going to waste a beautiful day. I love this picture.
I can't tell you how many bowls of food he's just tipped over because he's leaned on them with the cone. It's hysterical, but also pathetic. I cannot believe the change in expression on his face once I take the thing off for a few minutes. Buddy drinks from the sink, not so much from a bowl, so we have to give him a daily break from the mask/ lampshade/ Queen Elizabeth collar in order to drink a little bit.
Can you imagine? He's already irked that he has to live with other cats around and now we make him wear this ridiculous thing? He looks worse than My Cousin Vinny did when he went to the thrift shop for a suit for court. Remember? "So now, I'm wearing this ridiculous thing, for you." The other day he scooped up kitty litter with it as he was sniffing out a clean spot to "go", and when he lifted his head higher, I could hear it skittle down to his neckline. Uggh. Sick. Today he managed to knock the food bowl into the water bowl. It was like cat food cereal. I'm not even mad- I'm impressed. My special boy has a helmet. My "booboo" has a boo-boo. Alright, I'll stop. He really does look like Queen Elizabeth, though.
