Conehead

There's a reason why all our cats don't co-mingle.
Unfortunately, my first morning home, Tucker got into it with Bailey the Cat, and bit her on the side. It seemed to be healing okay, but when we got home from Infant CPR class Saturday, the wife saw that Bailey had licked the wound open and it was all infected and attractive looking and beautiful-smelling.
Three long hours of mostly waiting for an available vet later, we brought home a cat with a shaved side with a wound that looked like the red spot of Jupiter, and the obligatory megaphone wrapped around her neck.
We'll probably be the only parents that will use Elizabethan cones on our kid.
...keeps the clothes cleaner during Gerber time.