As it turns out, not everyone has a filthy mind. As it also turns out, it takes more than one person to groom an ill-tempered cat.
|Blue Cat before the big shave.|
For months, I've been meaning to give Blue Cat a summer haircut. Besides having extremely long fur that's prone to matting, he has a fondness for rolling in dirt and cheatgrass. We reached a point that I felt like I was holding a filthy hippie with foul-smelling dreadlocks, only this hippie drools when he purrs. I knew something needed to be done, but the idea of doing it by myself was as appealing as rubbing wasabi in my eye.
A good friend who's either exceptionally kind or mildly suicidal offered to lend a hand, so we corralled Blue Cat in my downstairs bathroom and gathered all the necessary supplies. For the first thirty seconds, Blue Cat just thought he was being petted by someone with a vibrating hand.
Then he looked back and saw his fur coming off in clumps. That's when I lost the first layer of skin off my forearm.
As Blue Cat yowled, the dog whined on the other side of the bathroom door. When I slipped out to grab a pair of scissors, one of the other cats went skittering under the guest bed, convinced his turn was next.
Blue Cat took a swipe at me as I came back in the room. I wrestled him to the ground again and tried to make him see reason.
"You'll feel so much better when it's done," I told him.
He hissed and bit my hand.
In a way, I could relate. How many times have I tackled a set of revisions the same way? I know it's for the best. I know how great it will feel when the whole thing is over. Even so, I approach the endeavor with so much snarling and spitting you'd think someone was removing my kidney with a pair of pliers.
Are there tasks you undertake like this? How do you move past the shrieking and hissing and into a realm of acceptance? Please share.
And while we're sharing, here are some photos from the great cat shave of 2011. It'll be just like you were there (minus the claws embedded in your shoulder).
|It takes several hands to subdue the vicious beast.|
|Blue Cat escapes mid-way through the shave and sulks in the bathtub.|
|A big old pile of Blue Cat.|
|Purring happily on my lap now that the trauma is over.|