Monday, July 2, 2012

Poor Kitty

Every summer we take our long haired cat (who gets a long haired cat in Arizona?  We do I guess.) to the groomers to get shaved.  It's either that or she goes back to the animal shelter, I just can't take all the shedding.  So today was the day, and I'll admit, we waited a little longer this year, in the hopes that we wouldn't have to do it.  She is just a cat, you know, and that money could probably go to some better use. But with temperatures climbing above 110, she cannot keep up with grooming herself, and I can't keep up with all the extra vacuuming.

I picked her up this afternoon, and a man was there picking up his dog from the vet portion of the office.  "Sounds like a diva cat to me," he snarked (is that a word?  It seems to go so well here).  If he only knew how undiva-ish our cat was.  That's the nice thing about cats.  I can feed her and give her water, change her litter box now and then (she mostly goes outside) and give her attention when I want to and when she wants to.  In the hot summers here, that attention on both of our parts amounts to not much. 

But still.  I couldn't help but feel bad for her as I opened the kennel and she ran to hide.  I know from past experience we won't see her at all for the rest of the day.  And she looks ridiculous.  If I was her, I wouldn't want any of the neighbor cats to see me until my fur grew back in.

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