Orange Harbinger of Death to Wads of Paper here…except the humans pronounce it “Geronimo”, or occasionally, “the caffeinated kitten”.
Apparently I was broken and I got fixed today.
A Cone of Shame! They put me in a Cone of Shame! I mean…for a DOG certainly! They should always wear one as far as I’m concerned…but it’s simply undignified for a cat!
The cone of shame is giving me manoeuvrability issues…high-speed manoeuvrability issues…and airborn manoeuvrability issues…
Much crashing about is ensuing…
The only reason I’ve not shredded them where they stand is they scratch my ears for me (can’t reach ’em in the friggen Cone ARGGGHHHH!).
And the drugs. The GOOOD kitty drugs…I’m positively loopy…and “just a little more” hyper then usual. I never realized before today that I could actually fly!
*Zoinks* And awaaaayyy! (wheeeeeeeeeee!)