I am definitely running the risk of sounding like the crazy cat lady by posting another cat post, but this is a good one. Promise.
Our two kitties had a "procedure" shortly after moving to Atlanta. When I picked them up, I had a shocking, horrified moment when I realized they both had on the dreaded cones. However, the vet prefers to call them "E-Collars". Whatever. They're cones.
These two cones were supposed to be left on for a whole week. It was the saddest sight, seeing them walk around and bump into things with the cones.... So. I cheated and took them off early. Even though I removed them, they caused so much emotional damage that one of our cats made a suicide attempt. For real.
One afternoon, I realized it was just a little too quiet in the apartment. I walked around calling for Captain. Calling, calling and calling and no answer. I thought maybe he was just hiding and went back to work but couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. It suddenly hit me that I had left the second floor porch door open and maybe he had decided to make a run for it. As I was peering over the porch railing, looking at my car that was parked just below the porch - I noticed kitty prints on my car roof then a big smudge down the windshield (where said kitty had slid down the glass), then more prints on the hood.
I raced downstairs and found Captain hovering and shaking underneath my car.
Phew. Suicide attempt failed.
Needless to say, the porch is now off limits for kitties.
Soooo sad. I hate the cones.
The scene of the crime
The kitties will never see this porch. Ever. Again.
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