Vengeance
Remember the lampshade? A while ago Dad gave up on the cone and got me a red recovery suit instead. A onesie. For a cat. It did let me eat like a normal cat again (which is like, all I can stuff in my belly in a sitting), so I have worn it with as much dignity as one can have in a onesie.


It's really not my colour.

Dad loves his plants. I'll just leave this here.
