Funny story. True, but funny.
Meg had a doctor's appointment this morning and because the doc was running late, I decided to keep her out the rest of the day...I mean, no point going back for half of your last class, right? Especially when you are a senior. No biggie.
Originally the plan had been to go pick up the Little Imp around 4pm and drop her and Meg off at home and then I'd go get the cats. Well, as Meg and I talked, we decided to see if the cats were ready to go. I wanted someone to go with me because I wasn't real sure how I was going to react to seeing the cats, for the most part, hairless. I called the vet and she said they did beautifully and were just "cute as buttons!" Well ok, now, that's reassuring. Not really.
We made our way up to the vets office and we're kinda giggling nervously, wanting to see the cats, but then afraid we're going to freak out. Afterall, I've only known these cats one way....with tons and tons of fur. I've never even seen a real live cat after a lion cut, just photos. And it's entirely different when these are OUR cats were talking about. Meg and I are sitting there waiting and out walk the vets' assistants with two boxes. Both the girls carrying the crates had big smiles on their faces and were telling us how they were "just sooooo cute *giggle giggle*" and "look just like they have pajamas on!"... They IMMEDIATELY reccommended NOT opening Gracie's box until we got home and were a safe distance away. With the sounds coming from her travel crate I was in complete agreement. "Pissed off pussy" doesn't even begin to describe it. I am sure, in meowanese, she as saying all sorts of stuff like; &$!@&!!! and a few **^%$! ....she was one unhappy kitty.
They did however pop open the top of Griffy's crate and can I just say, I was NOT PREPARED for what met my eyes. I was sure they had swapped my big huge tumbleweed or orange and white fluffy purrfection for a cream colored suede-feeling cat with a pom-pom on the end of it's tale that resembled a fly-fishing lure. My initial thought was; "put it back, it's not mine!"
And do you know what I did? Do you have any idea how I reacted?
I burst into fits of hysterical laughter. I could not believe that was my cat. It was the strangest thing I have ever seen. Well, or so I thought...I hadn't seen Gracie yet. But once Griffy looked up at me with those adorable little eyes that seemed to be saying; "whyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyy did youuuuuuu dooooooo this to meeeeeeeeeeeee?" I knew it was my cat. Oh sweet 6lbs 4oz baby Jesus, what did I do to our cats?
Would you like to see what I did to my cats? Maybe it's best that you don't. It could result in trauma. It could result in shock and awe (and gee just think, Gee Dub didn't inflict it this time around), it could even result in severe fits of hysterical laughter. So, because I love all my interweb peeps, all ten or so of you who read my blog, I will preface that pictures with the following warning:
WARNING - These photos contain graphic images of nearly naked felines. Viewing these photos may cause abdominal cramping and
loose stools, incontinence, constipation, retinal damage, hearing loss, bleeding gums and in reported cases, erectile dysfunction. Viewing these photos inhibit the absorption of some vitamins and
other nutrients. Vitamins A, D, E and K have been added.
There, you've been warned!
You can almost see Gracie in the background. Check out their tales! OMG, that's the funniest thing I have ever seen!
When Meg let them out of the crates we about died laughing. Well, it was really a combination of nervous giggles and shock. And they feel so strange. Literally like suede. Bizarre is the best word I can come up with.
Here is Gracie BEFORE
You can kinda tell, from the above photo, that Gracie's undercoat is very light. But for the most part, she is a very dark smoke colour. So imagine my surprise when this nearly all-white feline bat-out-of-hell jumps out of the box and dashes downstairs. I was shocked.
We couldn't really get a decent photos of her by herself, because she's just too upset right now. Meg holding her and then this one are as close as I've come. But then, if I'd just been given the kitty (I was NOT going to use the "P" word for cats this time around) equivalent of a full body-Brazillian , I'd be pissed off too!
The hubby is gonna have a stroke when he sees what's been done to his pussies.