If I look a bit discombobulated in this photo, well, it's because I am.
Friday morning, with no warning whatsoever (so I could HIDE) I was
stuffed placed gently into a carrier and hauled off to the vet's office for a GROOMING, for a variety of reasons:
I'm shedding my summer coat
I loathe being brushed
I had tons of mats which appeared overnight
I'm too arthritic to attend to the mats myself
I bite HARD
My unbelievably long clicking toenails need to be professionally trimmed, because, you guessed it, I BITE.
Nothing wrong with the ol' jaws on this ladycat!
Unfortunately the groomer lady
scared me witless wore chain mail which meant I forgot to give her a big juicy chomp, so she shaved my mats, gave me a bath-n-blow dry, a comb out, AND trimmed my talons without any loss of blood.
I feel a lot better now though...I may have to admit the whole ordeal wasn't all THAT bad.
XX Klean Kona XX