It was ridiculous. All that stuff is in the basement, and she's usually terrified of the basement. What struck me most about the whole thing was I was at college at the time, and my parents didn't even tell me about it until I came home for an extended weekend and was like, "Why does Callie have a cone on her and a huge row of stitches on her shaven fat tummy?" Yeah. Cats are truly bizarre about that sort of thing. Our other cat Mister Pantaloons (very Moet-like in personality from what it sounds like--even does the same ROWR ROWR RAAWWR? cry) has always been fine. He was a stray, so he probably is a bit wiser/survivalist, but yeah.