Bob is just full of….ideas. Brilliant ideas.
Yesterday he decided he was going to shave the cat.
We are fighting a constant battle with fur balls. And losing. A friend of ours shaved her cat and said it greatly reduced the amount of hair in her house. Last summer we did just that but one step better. We had our cat shaved to look like a lion! And you know what? We did have less fur. And the cat got a job offer. (He was asked to play Aslan in a new Narnia movie but Hollywood is too far away from his food bowl so he declined.)
I should just take the cat in again but the groomer charges sixty bucks so I have put it off. Bob has had it. He has taken a stand and proclaimed he would shave the cat and it wouldn’t cost us a darn penny. Even going so far as to suggest that if he was as good at shaving the cat as he thought he was gonna be we could have ourselves a little side business…
I had a bad feeling.
I tried the common sense route, telling Bob that groomers have the proper tools but he would not be swayed. So, armed with the hair clippers and the kitchen scissors he took the cat out back to be groomed.
This is what the groomers did last summer…
I think Bob envisioned this.
Reality looks like this….
Weapons of mass destruction seen in background.
The finished product.
Disclaimer: No animals were harmed during this event. Truth be told he purred the entire time. The cat liked it too.