I suppose, an alternate title for this post could have been "Lion Cut Day - 2009 Edition" but seeing as how the fur was literally flying around here this morning, I thought the one I went with was pretty apropos.
It's been roughly 18 months since the last time Griffy and Gracie, our two Maine Coons, received their first "Lion Cuts" which was necessitated by horrific matting. No matter how often we brushed them, their fur would matte, creating huge knots all over their bodies. We weren't sure whether we were going to give them Lion Cuts again this year because earlier we'd discovered the FURminator and for a brief time here at the asylum, all was well and the fur wasn't flying quite as badly as it had been, and the birds outside were happy to receive the offings from our FURminator sessions to line their nests with.
Then we went and acquired Geronimo, our Ragdoll kitten, and a few weeks later, Godiva and well, all hell broke loose. The kittens (although as HUGE as Geronimo is getting, one would have a hard time believing he's only 5 months old!) LOVE to "groom" Griffy and in doing so, chew on the fur around his neck and on his belly and in spite of FURminating him on a regular basis, he has once again developed mattes from Hell. So we've decided to just have him shaved again, which is really what a Lion Cut is all about.
I discovered that lardass Griffy no longer fits (Gee, he only weighs 22lbs!) into our soft-sided cat-carrier so he had to deign to be carried in a cardboard cat-carrier. Oh the inhumanity of it all...made worse by two kittens teasing and batting at him, from the outside!
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Gracie eventually came out from under the rock she perpetually lives under to see what all the commotion was about, and she and Geronimo watched things from the safety of the ledge in the front room, lest I dare try to stuff either one of them into a box and take them to God only knows where.
Gracie m'dear, you are correct! Your turn is comin' up next week!
Here was His Majesty at 6AM this morning, BEFORE. For obvious reasons, I have no need to dust my end tables.
Check back late this afternoon/early this evening and I'll post an AFTER shot. Well, I will take one provided he doesn't maim me for doing this to him. He can be a bit testy at times, especially of late as I have chastised him, repeatedly, for bringing me "gifts" in the form of stunned chipmunks, a headless mole, two squirrels and an opposum baby which very nearly gave me a heart attack!
Part II is here.
