Our large (16 pounds) silver Manx cat, Sid, hasn’t been taking very good care of himself lately. He has slacked off on his grooming, and the result is the long fur on his back became just an impossible tangle of matted fur. This isn’t the first time we have had to intervene with Sid’s grooming issues.
Mrs. Poolman finally found a groomer who could handle Sid’s problem and left it to me to get him there and pick him up.
Sid the Tailless with his new look.
Sid is not a big fan of being messed with, being placed into a carrier. He is a master of the spread-eagle “I’m not going!” move. Our technique is to turn the carrier up on its end; hold his front and back legs together; and allow Sid’s significant weight help lower him into the carrier. The funny thing is, once you get him confined to his carrier and into the car, he becomes resigned to his fate and is fairly well behaved.
Sid’s “sister” Penny
I dropped him off at the groomer across town yesterday morning and picked him up after work. The groomer said he behaved himself.
The funny thing happened after we got home. His “sister”, Penny, acted like he was a stranger. She hissed and growled at him. I don’t know whether she didn’t recognize him (He didn’t look that much different.) or was commenting on the new haircut, but it took most of the evening before Penny stopped acting strange.
The dogs, on the other hand, didn’t notice the new “do” and didn’t care. No surprise there.
Another Beautiful Day in Paradise! 