The cone of shame it is!

Well, I'm glad the days of heightened anxiety are over. The cone has come off and the little angel is up and bouncing again!

* Flashback*

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"Mom, we better get him neutered. That way he won't want to go out as much, wont develop pervert behaviors and it's also good for his own health", I said. My mother fell for my words a s would anybody with as much cat knowledge as me. Any small change in my cat and I'm already surfing Google for an answer. Now, I can proudly answer a lot of queries about cat health, behavior and instincts. Very soon, I aim to master conversing to my cat in effective meows.

So, we worked on my words. Starved the kitty the whole night and also kept him thirsty ( that was the night he truly realized the value of water). So, I had to keep up with a whole night of meows and fight the temptation to give him just ONE dry kibble. ( How bad could that be?)

But, I didn't succumb to my temptations, rather, fought them and went to sleep. I woke up in the morning and there he was sitting by the window glaring at me. As soon as I woke up and sat on the bed, he hurriedly got off the table and went to his food and water bowls ( we had kept them there empty so that he doesn't feel like everything's changed!). He looked at me pleadingly and went to the extent of licking his dry water bowl, I can only take so much drama.

Then started another battle to put him in the box. Ever read in Google how they say ' Just wait for your kitty to go in there himself?' Well, cats aren't so dumb. They know that the box means another traumatic visit to a vet. So, we had to force him into the box and quickly start on the journey to the vet. The journey wasn't as bad as I expected, my cat had surrendered to the forces beyond him.

Let me spare the details and jump to post- surgery, my cat was wearing off the anesthesia and behaved drunk, unstable and wobbly. I regretted making him go through all this. How selfish of me? I should have ignored everything that Google had to offer and should have just let my cat be.

Then, slowly, he started doing everything the vet had warned me to avoid him from doing, I was in despair. I was afraid to take my sight away from the cat, I sat there on the floor with my eyes glued to the not-so-surgery friendly cat. Then, I figured that I needed to attend nature's calls myself and hadn't eaten anything in 12 hours.

ENTER the Elizabethan collar!

My cat's worst nightmare. He'd bang his head everywhere, walk backwards and just feel depressed the whole time. So much so that, he knew that when the collar was on, it's 'stay motionless and just sleep' time.It was on for a week and whoever called it a 'cone of shame' is too damn right!

Well, I'm glad the days of heightened anxiety are over. The cone has come off and the little angel is up and bouncing again!