The Official Cute Overload Martini

Ya gotta make the best of a bad situation. Who invented these things anyway?

There are some softer versions available that are easier for a cat to negotiate in. Try these two sites: (http://www.bonafido.com/page6.html)OR (http://www.twotuttles.com/softecollarcolors.html)

I prefer a sardini.

For a very dry CO martini, omit the Lilet blanc and just ask the cat to think very hard about vermouth.

Is this a 6 toe kitty???

Definitely in the Cute or sad category. That Elizabethan collar looks way too tight, poor kitteh.

Poor little one. I hope that this is temporary and that they’re better very soon. I do like the clear plastic though, nothing more pathetic than a lampshade crashing around the furniture.

BTW, I love how the pink blanket matches the leetle pink nose.

There’s fur, Pooh.

Wow, that was some party last night! I just wish I could remember what I did with that martini glass. I coulda sworn I had it just before I passed out in the punch bowl.

Von Zeppelin -*snerk*.Yes, just the thought of Vermouth should do it! *snerkitysnerk*

I’m pretty sure that is where she is now, lori!

Hic. *snerk*, again.

I wonder if that’s just a “recovery room” collar? Small, so kitty’s head stays upright, and clear, so kitty can be observed? I have no idea what I’m talking about, of course. When I had my appendix out, I did not wake up with my head in a martini glass. I’m pretty sure.

Aaak, again editing fail!!!

Even passed out, this kitty has great fashion sense. How do some cats seem to know when they’re lying on flattering colors?

@Theresa–I wouldn’t call it an editing fail. The slight incoherence just made your post more martini-esque.

I’ve always heard the “dry martini” recipe as just “walk the vermouth bottle past the gin once a week” or some such…..

Maybe kitteh overdid the anchovy olives in the Sardini!!

Thanks, Von Zep, and of course, I don’t like gin. Nope, just don’t like it. Gin. Don’t. Like. It. Gin, you know.

NotAnotherMilo – that’s hilarious. Is Milo a cat?

Hmmm… too early in California for a martini. Oh well. Tea, then.

Awww…I want to lay my head on her side and listen to her widdow heartbeat and breathing…so sweet.

When Picky had surgery last year, he had an Elizabethan collar, and he was continually bumping into walls and things, even though it was clear plastic. I had to buy new dishes for him so that he could get his head down low into the dish to eat and drink. It was pathetic – poor baby – but he is all well now (except of course for the crf).

This is why I don’t drink. Because I’d pass out on something that wasn’t flattering to my tummy fur, and my picture would wind up smeared all over the Internets…

Am I the only one who wants a green cocktail tomato in mine?

I’ve never had a real martini. Only the chocolate variety. Pretty sure if I had a real martini, I’d take mine dirty. Love olives.

Flipper is so happy to be ur kitty martini! But truth be told, she hopes to never be ur kitty martini again! purrs and murphs (a flipper sound) to all the CO fam.

I dread the day our cats will have to undergo surgery.
You see, their cutest ritual is to give each other kitteh-kisses in passing.
Picture this with two lampshades…

I’d rather have a free bottle in front of me instead of a pre-frontal lobotomy.

Decibel had to wear a funnel, too, when I got him emasculated. Poor little guy, but gods, was it amusing. Though I needed earplugs, and was really glad that looks cannot kill!
Heather – Baby Meezers! Now I’m cuted out