A story about my cat

A black cat wearing a cone around its neck, sitting on my shoulder

My cat is an idiot.

He's an idiot because he got into a fight. We don't know what he got into a fight with, but it was something with teeth.

Some to think of it, 'fight' might be the wrong word to use. Like me, my cat isn't a fighter, he's a bleeder, so I suspect he tried to run away, but couldn't.

He ended up wearing a cone, and let's just say he didn't love it.

A story about my cat: Part 2

A black cat wearing a cone around its neck, sitting on my shoulder

Armed with the cone, the cat would eat like the game Hungry Hungry Hippos.

He'd accidentally get poo on his cone while checking he'd sufficiently buried his poo.

But most of all, he missed being able to go outside.

Thankfully, after two weeks, the cone was allowed to come off, and the cat lived ahppily ever after.