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So Husband Unit and I finally came to the conclusion that we could not keep up with the Feline Unit’s knots. He is a beautiful domestic longhair. He is a buff colour, like the undercoat of an orange tabby. If you really must see a pic, head to my Facebook page.
Up until recently, the Feline Unit has been fastidious in his upkeep, I have never had to brush him. In the last year or so, knots have begun to appear. We went to the vet for advice how to deal with it. We came away with brushes. They worked somewhat, but he still had knots.
And then the baby came.
I have had no time to brush him and he got worse. Why not take him to a groomer. Well the Feline Unit does not travel well. The vet is five minutes away and he rubs his nose raw against the bars of the carrier almost every time. He also screams out to passing cars that we are not his real parents and to please contact the authorities. So travel is not an option.
So we found a groomer who made home visits. She came over last night. Initially I thought it would be a little trim. She disagreed. The knotting was worse than I thought. He apparently needed a fairly complete shave.
So she shaved the Feline Unit all over his body, leaving only his head, neck, tail and most his legs alone. My cat now looks extremely wierd. How wierd? Remember Mars Attacks when the reporter’s head was sewn onto her dog? Like that, only it is my cat’s head. And he is wearing a feather boa for a tail and thigh high fur boots.
Added to the indignity is the fact that the Husband Unit and I burst into hysterics when the cat comes into the room. It is quite funny.
So pity the Feline Unit. His dignity is under attack.