Today one of my cats, Ernie, was at the vet's to get a small tumor on her neck removed. When she got back she was of course barely conscious from the anaesthesia (especially because she's getting old), and it was fun to watch her stumble about drunkenly.
Ergh...
I've fallen and I can't get up
K... kill me.
I can't feel my legs!
Gnarly, dude. That's going to make a cool scar.
You can't tell too well because the picture is fuzzy, but she now looks like half her neck is gone because the hair was shorn away.