Monday morning I made four trips to the groomers.
Two for Max and two for Mollie.
Max had become horribly matted over the past few months.
Try as I would I was losing the battle.
The groomer said that once they start, they just keep multiplying.
It seemed that combing them made it worse.
No fur here??
Actually they were bad on his back and rump.
So at the ripe old age of 15?, he was shaved for the first time.
He looks so different..like any other cat.
He was pretty good until the THREE of us flipped him on his back.
The big objection came when she shaved his "privates".
Not that he has anyhow...
Mollie had just had her bath and was waiting to be clipped.
She watched the whole procedure from her crate.
She's not too sure about this new look..
That makes two of us ..Probably three...
She sure gave him the once over when she got home..
There's the look I've come to love..
He spent a lot of time grooming his new self when we got home.
I think he misses the blanket of fur he used to carry around.
He always slept on his side in this chair..
He looks so small..I wonder if he's cold?
All is right with the world..Nap time..I may join them.
Some leftover moon shots from last week...