With some reluctance, we took our cat Mr. Mulliner to be neutered this morning. He had to come back with this annoying cone on his head so that he won't bother his incision. He also can't be with his friends (our other pets) because THEY might bother his incision. Also the doctor tells us that they will not know each other because his scent has changed. He must be isolated for at least three days, in a room alone, in his cone.
To me, this would be a recipe for insanity; then again, I think I might glean some writing inspiration from cone life. But the enforced isolation would take some getting used to. Mulliner doesn't seem to know what's what quite yet. He's spending most of his time trying to remove the cone, but he also sits in the litter box and plays with the pellets. I'm hoping he'll remember what the litter box is actually for by the time he's interested in eating again.