Turvy, however, has done his usual trick and without the aid of an opposable thumb has managed to remove the collar. Yesterday I found it on the floor, so I tapped a can of cat food, tempting them to both come running in. I then collared (bdum tish) Turvy. The first 30 seconds we got one well, then his dark side came out. In a scene reminiscent of Taz from the looney tunes, he went "'kin berserk" (technical term). Me, not taking any shit, grabbed hold of him and tried again. This time, in the frenzy to escape, he wrenched his own head side to side, meaning that I accidentally pulled the collar completely tight. He looked at me as if to say "See? I told you it wasn't a good idea," gulped, and started to pass out. I immediately managed to loosen the collar and he came bouncing back within seconds. All was well again.
Then last night, Turvy was on my bed. I took a closer look. The collar's gone. If I find it, I shall staple it to his neck. And then knowing my luck, the magnet will get attached to the staple!