Post 1458: Dematting time, boys!

Andy saw me coming. He didn’t know what was on my mind, but he quickly hopped on top of the PC, which offers easy escape routes for the wary kitty boy.

He looked right, then took off left! Well played Andy, my kitty! Well played!

“La! La! La!” Dougy comes around the corner, oblivious to what’s next!

“Not dematting! NOOOOOOOOOOO!” (Which in Cattinese is “Mrow! MROWWWWWWWWW!”)


I suppose it will be like this till late September, the earliest I was able to reschedule them at the groomer.