Nobody does passive-agressive like a cat

Slinky, the Lumpen Sidekick $1000 Cat, has settled on the perfect revenge for taking him to the OMG VET and making him wear the OMG COLLAR.

He sleeps with me.

I don't know about where you are, but here in Central Texas, the only time it gets below 80F at night is for about 30 minutes at 4 am. I don't even want to think about my AC bill. So, sharing a bed with  20 pounds of long haired cat wearing an e-collar makes for an interesting evening.

It might be the pain meds he's on, or maybe he's just trying to guilt me, but he also follows me around. And he purrs. Loudly. (This is creepy, since he usually stays on the other side of the apartment from me, and rarely gives me a grudging purr when I'm grooming him.) The collar stays on for another week, but the pain meds end tomorrow. Should be interesting to see what happens when the happy pills wear off.

Ripley the Wonder Cat is still convinced that he was replaced by aliens ("He has a satellite dish on his head!"), and hisses whenever he comes near. She's the one hiding under the couch now. *sigh*