Andy and I had a very busy morning Friday. I put out the trash; Andy had a visit with his veterinarian for a follow-up blood pressure check; I took Andy home and gave him his chicken pâté with kitty medicine; I mailed a letter; I cashed a check at the bank; I bought a new pair of shoes to replace a pair that should have been replaced a year ago; I stopped by the sub shop for a lunch; I came home and started to eat when the doorbell rang; I opened the door and saw Andy’s groomer standing there!
“Didn’t you get my message?” Dodi, Andy’s groomer, asked. She offered to reschedule since there was either miscommunication or screwed up communication. I said it worked for me if she took care of Andy then, so she did!
The photo above is Andy post grooming. To my amazement, I learned Andy not only was a good kitty boy, his favorite part of the whole business is the bath! It definitely wasn’t his favorite activity when he was a poopy kitten. Then, he needed almost daily baths while he and his late brother Dougy suffered diarrhea that necessitated baths until they got over an internal parasite caused by eating a bad grasshopper. (Such a story!)
He’s part way in shade, of course. When he comes home from the groomer’s he always runs around the apartment and sniffs things to assure himself – I guess! – he’s in the right home. (He is. I can tell because the vacuum still needs some work so the carpet is in less than pristine condition.)
Andy decided to pose nicely!
Of course, Andy wanted to get that perfumey soap smell off his fur, too.
All news out of Texas isn’t grim. Chris and Pam report the purchase of a generator earlier proved to be a blessing, and Pickles (above) is enjoying the bookcase!