Post 1293: before and after

The kitty boys had haircuts and a bath yesterday. Dougy was good boy. Andy wasn’t exactly bad….but he was (apparently) moody. Just the same, they both came home looking pretty!

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Dougy: BEFORE

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Dougy: AFTER

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Andy: BEFORE

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Andy: AFTER

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haircut day

Dougy and Andy got their bi-monthly grooming session today. They came out of the session prettier than ever, washed, buffed, trimmed, and fluffed.

They even got good marks for being good boys! I was worried about that because Dougy certainly wasn’t a good boy when I had to catch him to take them to the groomer! He gave me a 10 minute chase, that ended up with me all hot and sweaty, and Dougy in the slammer.

He whined about it, of course, because he always does. Dougy thinks he’ll never see freedom again! Andy takes it like a big boy because he knows he’ll be out soon enough. (He’s done more “hard time” in the veterinarian’s cages than Dougy, thanks to starting out life in worse health than his brother.)

I didn’t have energy to try to make a video or even take a photo of the boys after their session, but I probably will do something about that in the next day or so.

In the meantime, Andy and Dougy spent lots of time putting their special touches on their new ‘dos, making sure they smell like Andy to Dougy and like Dougy to Andy! I can’t smell any difference (they have a neutral scent), but they can, and that’s all that matters!

shaggy no more

I manage a disciplined grooming schedule for the boys, for good reasons. No one likes to give a cat a bath. Two cats needing baths is a nightmare realized. If the two cats have poop balls [AKA “dingleberries” for you squeamish readers] hanging tight on their buttocks, that bath business becomes one of “well, the sooner I get them in, soaking, then plucked and worked out, the sooner those poop balls will be gone, and the sooner the cats can forget the indignity they are just about to endure”.

Believe me. Once you’ve washed poop off two cat butts, you feel like Lady Macbeth trying to clean her hands of blood and guilt: The memory of cat poop squishing in your fingers, under your fingernails blocks out all efforts to sterilize those appendages adequately, no matter how hot the water and abundant the soap applied. Ew! I mean, you’ll toss your toothbrush if it falls in the wash basin after a poop bath, no matter how long after the deed.


[This old video of Dougy after a poop bath makes the business seem fun, a jolly good time. What it doesn’t show, since filming and bathing a cat at the same time is impossible, is the cat attack and hissy fit Dougy put on for the bath time!]

Geez. How did I get on that subject? Oh, the grooming schedule for the boys!

While the boys are on a rigid grooming schedule to assure mats and hair that traps poop are dealt with before they are a problem, I do a poor job of managing my grooming.

Just two weeks ago, I cut my beard from Taliban length to a less provocative tightly trimmed length. The shorter beard accentuated the next deferred grooming need: the hair on the top of my head extended well beyond my collar, something I hadn’t noticed. I made an appointment, which I had yesterday afternoon. Finally! You know how it is. The moment you make the appointment, you hair starts to bother you for its length, the same length you hadn’t noticed for weeks, months!

I like the woman who cuts my hair. She asks me how I’d like it. I tell her to cut it as short as she wants. She cuts it how she thinks it looks just right, and I’ve never been disappointed. Every other person I had cut my hair I gave extensive instructions, and the haircuts almost always were tolerable but not what I wanted: I thought I knew what was best for me and didn’t trust their judgement.


[This video has nothing to do with this post, but it is a hilarious look at cattitude!]

Let this be a lesson. If you go to a professional for a service, let him or her decide what’s needed. If they blow it the first time, go back to giving instructions. Most times, however, they know their job better than you give them credit for, and the finished result will be pleasing, even better than you wanted. In the case of a rare bad haircut, it will grow out. A good haircut feels good and requires little maintenance till it gets long again. I like that!

I even let her trim my beard to deal with some small messes I made of it with scissors two weeks ago. She did a bang up job of it! Like my cats when they get grooming, I was a good boy. Unlike my boys, though. I gave the woman who cuts my hair a generous tip. I always do!

(Maybe I should tip the boys’ groomer, too. I never thought about that till just now.)

Andy and Dougy come home from the groomer.

Not much to say today. Getting the boys to the groomer’s and back wears me out, even though the groomer is only three blocks away! Today was their bi-monthly appointment. As usual, they were good boys while there, according to their groomer. That is amazing since there was a barking dog there, too. My boys do not, repeat, DO NOT like doggies! If I go “woof-woof” to them, as a inter-species sort of joke, it always falls short. If the television is on, and there is a dog on the screen, “woof-woof” not only isn’t funny to the boys, they sometimes get upset. Ah me! Anyway, here’s the video of the boys arriving home.