It's only 11:30 a.m. and I already need a stiff drink. My wonderful husband without any questions, poured me a glass of champagne. I'm sure some of you are laughing now, but people who know me understand that for me it would be enough to take the edge off. Champagne is my stiff drink 🙂
On this beautiful weekend morning I was feeling pretty stressful and it has something to do with my pretty cat Peaches.
It's summer time and he sheds like crazy, I can't take it anymore. His hair took over every room in my house, I find them in every corner and it drives me nuts. One of my girlfriends suggested to give him a haircut. She said that both of her cats and both of her dogs love getting their hair cuts. I was a little skeptical but took the telephone number of the "hairdresser" anyway.
At 9:30 this morning Peaches was inside my car and we were going to get his first haircut. Let me tell you the ride there is only 15 minutes, but it felt like an hour, as he would not stop crying, he was so loud that I had turn my radio on the highest volume. He hates cars, he is afraid of them, he was behaving like a typical scaredy cat.
We finally reached the place and he was almost happy again, as he loves meeting new people - he is very, very affectionate and loving kitty. When I left him there he did not look worried at all, he was making new human, canine, and feline friends. The ladies of the crystal white kennel aka "hair salon" told me to come and get him in 45 minutes.
OMG, OMG, OMG, they could not wait for me to get him. He scratched them, he hissed on them and his new friends, he misbehaved and they could not finish his haircut. He was put inside the cage and when I wanted to get him, he scratched me too and would not come out. We literally had to fight him to get him out of the cage and then put him back in the car where once again he was crying blues. Now look at his haircut and tell me if all this trauma was worth it.
I am sure if he could he would tell me “look what you have done to me lady!”