My poor old cat Octavia is so old and poorly, she can no longer clean herself the way cats so fastidiously do. She has bad arthritis and just can't bend around to commit her cat yoga. I totally sympathize with having a stiff back, still, she has fairly long hair so the area around her pee hole has really absorbed a lot of unfortunate liquids and she has started to smell like an overworked petting zoo.
I have washed cats in the past and learned the very hard lesson that that is not something I wish to repeat, so I hired a mobile cat groomer to come and give her a good scrub. I also wanted her nails clipped because they are like some kind of Asian martial arts weapons. And since the groomer was here, they also could take on the claws of my other cat, Toby.
It seems really bougie to outsource nail clipping; I have always handled that myself, even the evil and adorable Saki. Although he frequently left me in bloody tatters otherwise, he was perfectly casual about getting a pedicure from me. He would always sit in my lap while I was at the computer so I would just clip his little kitty killer clown claws then. But Toby, who is otherwise the world's friendliest cat, refuses to settle in my lap and turns into a whirling dervish whenever I try to hold him down for a beauty session. I suppose it would be no big deal to let them go except he likes to pat me gently on the cheek while I'm reading (Adorable!) and occasionally his dew claw, the feline scimitar of death, will snag me on my lip (Not Adorable!). That is exactly as much fun as it sounds.
I had to stop writing this because the groomer called to say they were all through so I went down to rescue my bad little pussies. It turns out Driving Miss Octavia could not have been less troubled by the entire event. Toby, America's sweetheart, on the other hand, pissed in his carrier and BIT the poor guy when he was trying to clean the pee off him. Toby claims this report was exaggerated, but I tipped the groomer extra anyway.
So now we're all clean and claws are blunted. I don't know if I'm going to go through this again, the cats didn't like it and it was not cheap. I could have splurged on a spa day for myself and we would have all been happier I think.
Dudes:
Oh, no, poor Octavia! And Toby,as well! Our own old cat stopped grooming a few months before the end, but he didn't like to be brushed. He would squirm and get away. We tried the nail clippers once but he was such a demon! Groomers did it in a second
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