The Cone of Shame

Oh sweet kitty....the shame that you bear...

The way you sulk through the house brings me to tears.
I truly am sorry that you snuck out of the house.

I'm sorry that you are wearing those consequences.

I'm sorry I didn't realize your cone doesn't fit in the litter box.

I'm sorry that someone had to clean up those consequences off the laundry room floor.

I'm really sorry for that vet bill I just paid.

It won't be long and your wounds will heal and you'll be back to your gallivanting, prideful ways.

In the mean time, you wear your shame well. Clear plastic is definitely your color.