A face with two holes in it? Complete with cotton cord running through them to make sure everything drains? "Pshaw", says the White Cat, "a mere bagatelle." He does seem to be doing fine. Pain meds seem unnecessary when he spends most of his waking time acting like he's already hyped up on catnip. And as for his "Blue Collar of Shame"; he figured out how to pull that off the first evening he was home, and I haven't tried again since.