Aoife, my cat, was recently spayed. That means she has to wear an Elizabethan collar (E-collar, Cone of Shame, whatever). She hates it. She can’t see what’s going on around her and it freaks her right the fuck out. As such, she refuses to be more than a few feet from me or my husband. If she can be in our laps, she will be. Any noise at all makes her flinch so damn hard. It’s more than a little concerning since she’s normally not so skittish.
Instead of the cone, we are going to try baby shirts. She won’t be able to get at her incision and she’ll be able to see what’s going on around her. Most cats wear size 0-3 months, but Aoife’s pretty skinny, so even the small stuff is too big on her. In addition, the thrift shop I plundered didn’t have much in that size, anyway. Thus, she is wearing TWO shirts. Isn’t she cute?
She is so angry at me, but she can’t figure out how to move in the shirt, yet. As such, she’s just laying there, squirming and rocking back and forth. I can just imagine her like, “Mom, this is such bullshit! I swear to god, you are SO DEAD as soon as I figure out how to sit the fuck up!”
I’m going to hell for finding this as hilarious as I do.
Tiny Angry Female 