This morning, day 10 since his surgery and the first allowable day to have them removed, the Spouse took him to the vet to get the stitchest removed. Poor cone-headed kitty (thanks Canyon!) is finally cone-free.
That has not stopped us from calling him ‘Frankenbutt.’ The poor fellow has exhibited some pretty odd behaviors over the time since the collar went on. Last night, after being woken by thunder, I went downstairs to find him ‘coning’ the floor. He would walk a couple of steps and put his head down until the cone was flat on the floor, walk another few steps and do the same thing over again. He did it five or six times while I was watching. I still can’t figure out what he was doing. I am hoping that this already neurotic cat is not going to permanently affected by his torture.