One Eyed Conehead.
October 15, 2006
The fact that Rastis has to wear the Cone of Doom means that his dignity has taken an Official Beating. He’s alternately pathetic (bumping into things), unhappy (whipping around, hoping it’ll magically fly off) or cuddly (giving me the Evil Eye the whole time.)
If I could trust him not to scratch at the stitches, I’d remove it. Until then, HELL no.
Oh MY God, is that the cutest and saddest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m such a sucker for a kitty. Pooooor Rastis!
Poor kitty. I took pesto’s off to soon and he chewed out the stitches. Gross.