Harry Houdini is in Da House

After a fitful night's sleep full of worrying about my post surgery cat and all his pain and drug induced wiggling, I reluctantly got out of bed.  And what did I see?  I saw a very smug orange tabby sans his cone of shame.  I looked around and the cone was nowhere to be seen.  I looked high and low, well, mostly low.  I grabbed the flashlight and looked under all the beds and chairs.  I looked in every room, in every nook and cranny.  It was gone.

And after I'd finished my search, I picked up said tabby, scared to see what damage he'd done to his incision and drain tubes (yes, two of them).  And know what I saw?  I saw the most tidy surgical site ever.  Nothing had been disturbed, and it was spotless!  Dude's a little clean freak!  "Whew!!!"

I continued my quest for the cone, admonishing my dogs as they were my prime suspects for eating the cone in its entirety and leaving no evidence, and finally looked in our closet.  Now, as we live in an old house, the structure has settled here and there, so we have no closet doors any more.  Just curtains hanging in their place.  And, tucked ever so carefully behind our closet curtain was the cone.

Man, my escape artist cat was totally channeling Harry Houdini!

...now, back in the cone, little guy.

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