It’s almost time to round up Andy and Dougy to take them to the groomer for their bi-monthly grooming session.
I’ve taken the usual precautions: 1. I haven’t put on clothes they know I wear outside the house, 2. I’ve closed all the bedroom doors to prevent under-the-bed escapes, 3. I’ve tried to follow normal routines, like getting on the computer right off, to reduce the chances the boys will get suspicious.
Catching the first cat usually is simple. It’s that second capture that usually stresses out the cat and me: You don’t have to draw pretty picture for the second scat to figure out there’s a carrier trip — it doesn’t matter where — in his future, and he will take an even stealthier approach to capture.
Wish me luck!
I easily captured Andy over by the cat fountain. Silly boy! He practically trapped himself in a corner.
Then I followed Dougy into the bathroom. “As long as I’m here,” I thought, “I may as well use the bathroom, too,” (I know! I know! Too much information!)
Seated on the throne, I noticed Dougy’d hidden under a chair next to the dryer. He was within arm’s reach of me, so I leaned over, grabbed him, then worked through the problem of pulling up my pants while holding a cat that didn’t want to be held…!
I somehow managed the task, put Dougy in the carrier with his brother, and we arrived at the groomer’s one minute before the appointment time of 7:30. I call that a successful start to the day.