Yesterday morning was one of those "marathon" mornings.
Up at seven to get Mollie walked, fed and to the groomers by nine.
I had made arrangements before hand to have Max shaved and I was going to take him when I went back to pick up Mollie.
When I got there I was asked to go back and get Max.
It takes three of us to hold him down
and her helper was leaving early.
She started Mollie til I got back.
This is "Max fur".
I really think there was more last time.
He was getting matted again so I had no choice.
I truly think he feels better short.
Mollie watched the whole procedure and wouldn't leave him alone once we got home.
Max and I had to wait for Mollie to be finished.
So much for the three errands that I was going to run
"You're not getting me in that thing again , Mom."
I think we all go to the vets next month..$$$$
"Next time give me a chance to go potty first."
Back home on the back of my favorite chair
looking out my favorite window.
" I didn't have much fun this morning. How about you?"
(He actually was a lot better this time than last. )
I'm going to have to get used to this look again..Not fond of it.
Recognize this??? I don't..Very sad.
"Does that mean I'm the prettiest , Mom???
I love that arrow on her chest.
We are all glad that's over for now !!!
He is a much happier cat!!!
( he never looks happy)