Spa day
February 9, 2010emily 1 Comment »About twice a year, we take our cat Amos to the vet to get groomed. It’s one of those things I never thought I’d pay someone else to do (see also: car detailing), but I’d never go back to doing myself. Amos hated being brushed. Hated it with a fire-y passion that consumed his soul. I’d break out the brush and he’d turn into Satan cat, hissing and clawing and spitting fire. Five minutes later I’d put the brush away, bleeding and defeated, and his hair would continue to get more and more matted. When I first took him to the vet to get groomed, I thought for sure they’d have to sedate him (many cats need to be sedated before grooming, what with all the hissing and clawing and spitting fire). But when I picked him up, he was serene and zen-like. They didn’t have to sedate him because he loved it. Loved every minute of it, including when they made him look all silly. Maybe especially when they made him look all silly:
What can I say? It’s one of the unexpected perks of paying for grooming.
Posted on February 13th, 2010 at 8:09 am
Now you just need to hold that cat up on Pride Rock and sing The Circle of Life.