Big news, everyone. Today I went on what the humans call a “vet trip.” I thought it was just another ride in my carrier — I meowed, I sulked, the usual. But when I woke up… something was different.
My precious little balls? Gone. Just like that. One minute I had them, the next I didn’t. The humans say I’ll thank them later, but I’m not convinced. At least they gave me a fancy new accessory: this giant cone around my head. Apparently it’s to stop me “licking the stitches,” but honestly, I feel like a satellite dish.
I was a bit wobbly at first, eyes half-closed, ears all droopy. The carrier smelled funny, and I wasn’t sure if I was still dreaming. But don’t worry, I’m already plotting my comeback. Soon I’ll be back to pouncing, zooming, and pretending I don’t care about treats.
For now, though, it’s cone life. And I have to admit… it makes me look very dramatic.
