Except today, when she looks like this:
I still have no air conditioning and it’s been incredibly hot and she’s been incredibly miserable, so off to the groomer (a new one, since it’s too far to drive back to Hollywood with a wailing cat in the back seat) we went. Now, I’m left with half a cat.
No, seriously. The pile of hair was bigger than the surprisingly small cat.
The new groomer loves said cat. Kept feeding her bits of chicken salad because she was ‘stressed’ (no idea if that applied to the cat, the groomer, or both).
Hopefully this means she’ll be too full to kill me in my sleep (the cat, not the groomer).