My boyfriend and I shaved his cats. Well, really we shaved one. The other one was a scare-dy cat (literally) and darted away too fast. The one we did shave looks fabulous though – all covered in corduroy stripes. For the chicken-ey cat, I have been cutting his hair with scissors, getting a little more hair off with each visit, sometimes just giving him a snip each time he walks by me.
Why cut their hair you ask? Well, for one it’s fun. Also, it makes them fabulously soft. The corduroy cat loved getting shaved! He rolled around like he was getting a massage.
Last week while visiting my boyfriend’s sister and brother-in-law, we tried to shave their cats. Disaster! We were using the brother-in-law clippers and they were old or dull or something. We tried to adjust them but to no avail. And their cats had such think hair! So for one cat we just got a chunk of hair off his back and then he ran. When we went to shave the other cat the clippers got real loud and he arched his back and tried to jump out of our hands.
I have never laughed so hard. What that cat must have thought was about to happen… And those poor cats walking around Florida now with just chunks of fur missing…
A little congratulations to myself here for posting something about shaving cats and it’s not even remotely perverted.
Anonymous
I cut my little boy’s hair like that – one snip at a time over the course of a week – sometimes longer. I use his sister’s safety scissors so I don’t hurt him. He screams and runs. I don’t know what he’s thinking about either.