It’s cute, it’s awful, it’s embarrassing, it’s cruel, it’s funny, it’s… a cat cone. When we first brought Petey home (on Black Friday*) he had the cutest little sneeze and a few cat boogers. We brought him to the vet to get his shot and the vet told us to keep an eye on his cold and gave us some stuff to wipe his eyes. His cold went away but he kept getting scabs in and around his nose. They’d almost heal but he’d manage to scratch off his scabs over and over again. I finally took him in this past Saturday and we were told he’d have to wear a cone until the scabs completely heal. In the meantime he is taking antibiotics and I have to put antibacterial cream on his nose a few times a day.
Have you ever had a cat wear a cone?! Gilligan was terrified, rightfully so. Petey couldn’t eat from his bowl or get water or basically do anything. We had to redesign everything. We made a step stool for the cat box and removed the lid. He normally likes to sleep under the couch but he can’t get under there with his new headpiece. He somehow managed to get the thing off Saturday night and I had to wrestle him into it again (it was traumatic for both of us). Finally last night I couldn’t take it anymore and I took the thing off of him. I guess we’ll have to cone him when we are gone and let him be free when we are there to supervise. Poor Petey.
*- animal shelter sales? Had no idea, and was slightly appalled-they need all the money we can give them.