Fatdog and Adventure Ears, Part 4.
My girlfriend has been separated from her husband of many years for about a year and a half, so periodically she still has to go back to her old house to retrieve something.

This past winter we went there (about an hour north of my house), and when she came out to the car she was visibly upset about something. It took her about a half hour to calm down enough to speak of it...

Apparently her old Siamese cat Thai had two raw red weeping wounds on either side of his face that extended from his ears almost to his eyes and down almost to his jaw. He kept scratching and digging at them so they wouldn't heal. And apparently he had been that way for about a month, because her ex didn't want to spend the money on an old cat. Bastard.

So the following morning we went up there and got the beast, and a more pathetic sight you've never seen. We took him straight to the vet, who kept him for a few days to clean up the wounds and dose him with antibiotics. For the next six weeks that poor bastard wore a big plastic cone around his head, but at least he could still eat and drink.

Okay, I can imagine that at first it would be awkward for him to have that funnel on his head- it was funny, in a short-bus kinda way, to watch him try to crawl into small spaces with it on- but after a while you'd think he would learn, wouldn't you?

Nope.

He would go to walk through an open doorway three feet wide, and ram the funnel into the frame. He would go to pass under the four foot wide coffee table, and ram into a leg every damn time. But best of all was when he would want to snuggle with me in bed and hit me on the nose with the funnel. Every damn time. Made me think of the old joke: "Why do (insert ethnic group here) dogs have flat heads? From chasing parked cars."

I'm not sure which of us was happier when we took the damn thing off of him...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 8 Jun 2007, 20:02, Reply)