WHY DON'T YOU
give your cat a haircut
at the risk of sounding like a crazed 80 year old spinster (i just finished crochetting a baby blanket, by the way, and it looks divine), i was thinking about the cat this morning while i was boiling in bed (no ac) and i was worrying about how hot he must me. he has about three cats worth of hair (a large amount of it eventually making its way to my all-black professional wardrove) and my apartment is pretty warm.
I continued to think about it while I tidied up and bit, and then decided to give him a haircut. someone had told me once in response a comment i made about the cat on ashley parker angel's reality show (which i watched while i briefly got mtv canada for free) that cats need their body hair in order to maintain any sense of balance. while i had a hard time believing that my cats lush coat perfermed the same function as my inner ear, i decided to check it out before depriving the cat of what little sense of balance he seemed to have. i googled "cat" and "haircut" and turned up a number of funny and heartwarming tales about botched cat grooming, and nothing that seemed to indicate that the cat would be struck with vertigo if i gave him a trim, i settled into my task.
i went into the kitchen (its fun to pretend that the kitchen is a separate room) and retrieved my all purpose kitchen and garden scissors. then i grabbed the cat and went at it. i cut off tonnes and tonnes of hair. after a while, the cat got bored and went to walk on my laptop for a while, and i bagged the clippings. i gave him a brush to clean up the excess and give him a bit of a break. i arranged with ben to help me finish so i could make sure it was kind of even.
i was worried that the cat would be all embarassed or shamed and would look sad or hide or something, but this did not happen. he just strutted around for a bit and then scrambled onto the widowsill for a sit.
pictures to follow.
find a fucking apartment
because then i might have free time and i don't know how to deal with that.
I continued to think about it while I tidied up and bit, and then decided to give him a haircut. someone had told me once in response a comment i made about the cat on ashley parker angel's reality show (which i watched while i briefly got mtv canada for free) that cats need their body hair in order to maintain any sense of balance. while i had a hard time believing that my cats lush coat perfermed the same function as my inner ear, i decided to check it out before depriving the cat of what little sense of balance he seemed to have. i googled "cat" and "haircut" and turned up a number of funny and heartwarming tales about botched cat grooming, and nothing that seemed to indicate that the cat would be struck with vertigo if i gave him a trim, i settled into my task.
i went into the kitchen (its fun to pretend that the kitchen is a separate room) and retrieved my all purpose kitchen and garden scissors. then i grabbed the cat and went at it. i cut off tonnes and tonnes of hair. after a while, the cat got bored and went to walk on my laptop for a while, and i bagged the clippings. i gave him a brush to clean up the excess and give him a bit of a break. i arranged with ben to help me finish so i could make sure it was kind of even.
i was worried that the cat would be all embarassed or shamed and would look sad or hide or something, but this did not happen. he just strutted around for a bit and then scrambled onto the widowsill for a sit.
pictures to follow.
find a fucking apartment
because then i might have free time and i don't know how to deal with that.