Cone of Shame
We hates it, precious!
My Mom, after driving an hour and a half to come for Thanksgiving, is now on her way to Petco to buy a soft cone for Julius, since I am afraid to leave him alone, for fear he'll figure a way to get the hard plastic one off. The vet was very specific, in that they don't want him to damage the soft tissue of his gums and the stitches in his mouth. A few seconds could damage it beyond being able to re-suture it. He has to wear the thing for a week to ten days, whoo-hoo.
Poor guy. I had to wait at the vet for half an hour, because the right tech wasn't on hand immediately to put him in his carrier, and all of the others are, literally, afraid of my cat. Who turns into a psycho when they try to handle him or get near him, apparently. Poor Jules. :( He doesn't understand that all of his misery is really to make him feel better.
My Mom, after driving an hour and a half to come for Thanksgiving, is now on her way to Petco to buy a soft cone for Julius, since I am afraid to leave him alone, for fear he'll figure a way to get the hard plastic one off. The vet was very specific, in that they don't want him to damage the soft tissue of his gums and the stitches in his mouth. A few seconds could damage it beyond being able to re-suture it. He has to wear the thing for a week to ten days, whoo-hoo.
Poor guy. I had to wait at the vet for half an hour, because the right tech wasn't on hand immediately to put him in his carrier, and all of the others are, literally, afraid of my cat. Who turns into a psycho when they try to handle him or get near him, apparently. Poor Jules. :( He doesn't understand that all of his misery is really to make him feel better.