The Betrayal

The Betrayal
Something's missing.

Today I was tricked into the carrier. This is never a good sign. I will skip the vet part, because it is private and frankly undignified, and go straight to the outrage: I came home wearing a lampshade.

A cream and ginger tabby cat looks cautiously at an open black pet carrier on a wooden floor.
Before. Innocent. Unaware.
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First steps in the cone. Everything walked into me.

Here is the thing nobody tells you about cones: the food bowl is outside the cone and your mouth is inside the cone. Dad says other cats figure this out. Dad says a lot of things. For the record, I did not 'fail to eat'. I was protesting. Dad had to hold the cone back while I ate, like a waiter at a fancy restaurant.

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Table service. As it should be.

A cream and ginger tabby wearing a plastic cone lies on a red bed.
A cream and ginger tabby wearing a plastic cone sits inside an open black suitcase filled with clothes.
A cream and ginger tabby cat wears a clear plastic Elizabethan collar while sitting inside an open cardboard box.

Cone in bed, cone in a suitcase (I was trying to leave), cone in an IKEA box.

Mark my words, Dad. I'll take revenge.