So my oldest companion has been nicknamed Funnel-Face and Conehead these days. It's a collar that prevents her from licking her wound. I dutifully prepare her medicine and gauze morning and evening, and get one of my unwilling parents to hold her down while I treat her. It's a recurring abscess of her anal gland--those brave enough can find youtube videos of the condition.
At mealtimes we take out the collar, and she becomes her skipping, perky self again. But other than that, she looks awkward like this, bumbling forward slowly with a nodding head, and knocking into doorframes. Funnily, she doesn't struggle when we put it on. Being forcefed pills and having cream put on her wound makes her very unhappy. But when it's time to put the collar on, she starts to vibrate with purrs. My mother says she must think it's an honour, a crown.
And after each ordeal, she becomes incredibly placated and subdued. Painful or not, I bet she likes the attention.
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