Hello faithful readers (including Danielle)! Today, we tried to shave the cat. Emphasis on the word
tried. The cat does not want to be shaved, cut, brushed, or looked at for that matter. The cat, herein referred to as Indy, had a bad evening. I think ours was worse. Right about now he's lounging in some dark corner trying to address his half scissor cut, half shaved, half untouched pelt. The look of disdain in Indy's eyes at the moment can only be described as complete and utter loathing for anything sharp or human. Steph just asked me if we will ever try this again. I don't know. The cat grooming place down the street charges $80 a pop. Now I know why.
Indy, in all of his malcontent.
No comments:
Post a Comment