Our little conehead...

Chico got spayed today and I don't know who was more traumatized - us or her. We picked her up at the vet with a huge scar and so many instructions...and even pills to give her. How do you give a cat pills, you ask? The logical answer would be to crush them and put them in with her food. Apparently that doesn't work. They're not able to be crushed. So, they sold me a little gidget and gave me these instructions:

Force open mouth. Force pill down throat, she'll have to swallow it eventually.

How cruel! The worse part is that under the instructions, you are supposed to confine the cat to a small room, not allow her to jump, run or lick the wound for 8 days! The only way that we can do any of this is if we use one of the cones that she wears on her head. It's sooo sad. Poor, poor chico, our little conehead.