This is the post-surgery cat I'm checking on this week:
She's all, why did you pick me up? I'm tired. The staples are fine. Put me back in the tent. Of course, since she's saying all this while purring madly, I didn't take it personally.
My pictures of the other cat mostly look like this:
Everyone else may hate crocs, but Sisyphus the cat lurrrrves them. They are but a blank canvas on which he can spread his cat hair and dander.