One day my unhappy pet was injured. The doctor ordered to lubricate the wound with a gel, and on the neck of the cat to wear a "vronka". She initially behaved as usual when she was dressed in a collar: first passive resistance (falling on the side), then a reproachable look, then attempts to remove herself. The attempts were interrupted, so that the cousin sat sadly in his "voronke" and breathed. She also liked to show us how uncomfortable she was and what evildoers we were – showing how difficult it was for her to walk, building a pleasant mouthpiece, stumbling on crutches. He stumbles and stands, and looks insulted. Then I realized that we would not stop tormenting her, and started moving in the collar. The funniest thing was to watch her eat in this collar: by bending her head down, she completely covers the bowl with the collar and squeezes food in this "head shelter".)