FinnishLapphund
There's no cow on the ice
My owner took me to the vet for spaying over a week ago, and even though she has put a cone on me some times in training purpose ever since I was a kitten, she still decided to buy me a straitjacket (body suit). She said something about that then she wouldn't need to worry about the cone potentially stopping me from eating and drinking, "what could possibly go wrong?"
Well, I might not look that miserable but I was so offended by having that thing on my body that I even refused to eat my favourite Dreamies as long as I had it on. My owner tried to endure until I got used to it, she even tried tricking me by switching to the cone, and then back to the straitjacket, hoping that I would appreciate the difference. I did not!
I ate almost no food, and when she took it off to let me wash myself, I refused to even move a muscle. Regardless if she placed me at the water bowl with or without the straitjacket on, I refused to drink by myself. Muttering something about that cats are sensitive to going without water, she forced a little water into my mouth a few times, but after 2 days when my opinion hadn't changed, she finally gave up.
However, even though I'm much happier in the cone, I of course couldn't immediately forget that I'd had to wear a straitjacket for endless ages! So behold, this is my: the Queen of Misery, my owner have treated poor me sooo horrible pose
Adding to my misery/my owner's horribleness towards me, when I am allowed to wash myself, look at this thing invading my privacy
I've tried both biting, and using my paws to show her I want to clean myself without her holding some fingers on my tummy, but to no avail.
I made sure to always swish the tip of my tail to let my owner know that I was very displeased with her behaviour, no matter how focused on cleaning myself I seemed to be. By the way, here's a picture of were they mutilated me, if anyone is interested
Anyhow, just to show you that I didn't always slept/relaxed with my head hanging like a sad tulip while wearing the cone
I'm now healed enough to no longer need the cone, but still, there's no end to the offences which takes place in this house. Already before this mutilation took place, my owner have talked about getting me used to having the area below my tail shaved. It's to prevent the few times when something brown accidentally have gotten temporarily caught in my fluff, and fallen off somewhere on the brown wooden floors outside the litter box, from happening again. *Humph* I fail to see how that would be my problem.
Please send help, sincerely yours, the deeply offended Fröjdis
Well, I might not look that miserable but I was so offended by having that thing on my body that I even refused to eat my favourite Dreamies as long as I had it on. My owner tried to endure until I got used to it, she even tried tricking me by switching to the cone, and then back to the straitjacket, hoping that I would appreciate the difference. I did not!
I ate almost no food, and when she took it off to let me wash myself, I refused to even move a muscle. Regardless if she placed me at the water bowl with or without the straitjacket on, I refused to drink by myself. Muttering something about that cats are sensitive to going without water, she forced a little water into my mouth a few times, but after 2 days when my opinion hadn't changed, she finally gave up.
However, even though I'm much happier in the cone, I of course couldn't immediately forget that I'd had to wear a straitjacket for endless ages! So behold, this is my: the Queen of Misery, my owner have treated poor me sooo horrible pose
Adding to my misery/my owner's horribleness towards me, when I am allowed to wash myself, look at this thing invading my privacy
I've tried both biting, and using my paws to show her I want to clean myself without her holding some fingers on my tummy, but to no avail.
I made sure to always swish the tip of my tail to let my owner know that I was very displeased with her behaviour, no matter how focused on cleaning myself I seemed to be. By the way, here's a picture of were they mutilated me, if anyone is interested
Anyhow, just to show you that I didn't always slept/relaxed with my head hanging like a sad tulip while wearing the cone
I'm now healed enough to no longer need the cone, but still, there's no end to the offences which takes place in this house. Already before this mutilation took place, my owner have talked about getting me used to having the area below my tail shaved. It's to prevent the few times when something brown accidentally have gotten temporarily caught in my fluff, and fallen off somewhere on the brown wooden floors outside the litter box, from happening again. *Humph* I fail to see how that would be my problem.
Please send help, sincerely yours, the deeply offended Fröjdis
