It’s coming on summer now…
Wait. Who am I kidding? It’s 97 degrees here at 10am, it’s SUMMER.
Anyway, my point is that, in this heat, the cats shed like crazy. So, to make them less miserable in the heat, and to keep me from having to vacuum 3 times a day, we like to give the boys a haircut. Since Roger is a true gentleman and keeps his coat clean and shiny, we just buzz his belly to make him feel cooler without making him look ridiculous. Rufus, on the other hand, needs a bit more…attention.
With the help of our trusty travel drugs from the vet, I set out to re-buzz Rufus…from head to toe. Let me tell you, Rufus is a mean drunk. Somehow, even when he can’t walk in a straight line (not that he can do that anyway), Rufus can bite you on the ELBOW before you even see him lunge.
Shaving Rufus for the summer is like shearing a sheep: a mean, rabid, nazi sheep who’s pissed that he has to get a haircut in the first place.
Oh, and did I mention that while I was shaving Rufus, Roger (fresh out of the bath and soaking wet) decided to take a nap in the litterbox. Guess who got TWO baths today.