We got Satellite

Poor Logan has been nicknamed Satellite for his experience in this medieval torture device.  We're not sure how he got the good gash on his cheek, but it has been progressively getting larger from scratching.  This morning I rolled over in bed and viewed his cone peeking up past Leo like a little sunrise, so I appropriately sang "You are my sunshine".  Poor little guy isn't happy about his headdress and keeps dragging it across the hallway walls like an inmate and his cup.  Hopefully his cut will get better soon!