Rudely awakened. Stuffed into a carrying bag. Toted to the vet. Injected, prodded, shaved, cut, squeezed, smeared, injected again, force-fed and then stuffed back into the bag. Back at home, he first wandered around aimlessly in a drug-induced haze. Half of his face was gone. The last three times I checked he was sitting by his food bowl, just contemplating it.
Will this finally teach him to stop picking fights with the neighbor cats?