Tiny Johnson here, reporting on the State of My Furs.
This is me last December.
Note my thick, lush, warm, and completely unmanageable fur suit.
It took hours to bathe and make the thousands of spit curls on my tummy. I was shedding like crazy, and I'm not the most cooperative groomee; I tend to bite the hand that combs me.
Mommy knew something had to be done, so in February I got Professionally Groomed.
At first I thought getting shaved was going a teensy leetle bit too far...but about 32.163 seconds after it happened, I decided I really REALLY liked being nood.
The groomer removed a full pound of fur! It felt wonderful. Freeing.
It's been almost four months since that fateful day and my new coat is coming in nicely. I'm growing in my underwear first; all my soft curly down hairs are over an inch long now. Mommy wonders when I'm gonna grow in my ticked tabby guard hairs but I'm not telling.
Ladies, here's a gratuitous tummy shot...I wanted Mommy to put down the camera and snorgle me.
XX Tiny Johnson XX