My kitten Archer is in a cone. He had to get stitches on his belly because my little Flarcher decided to eat rubber bands and needed to get surgery. Seriously, what is he? A goat? Anyway, when my mom came home with the cone, she held it up and said, "Look at the dorky little cone Archer has to wear." It is pretty dorky, not even adorkable. Archer is very well convinced that there is no possible way he can eat or drink with it on, so we have to get it off him at mealtimes. That cone carries one hell of a shock. I tried petting his head, and it felt like the time I was messing around with a bad power strip when the light was off. Also, all the other cats, even his own brother, Sisko, are hissing at the poor little cone kitty, because they think he's a different cat, or something. It's kind of sad.