Smokey, or Smokey Joseph as I sometimes call him, has long hair that needs serious brushing. He’s pretty good about letting me brush him, but he had some tangles that were a little more than I wanted to deal with. So we took him down to the vet for a good grooming.
He’s a big old cat, but his meow is a tiny, pitiful little mew, like a kitten. It’s almost embarrassing to listen to him in the crate. He’s very laid back at home, but he was kind of scared at the vet. The groomer was matter of fact.
She didn’t fool around. Smokey took it all pretty well. He seemed to enjoy most of it, but when she started on his under side, he was not as happy. I don’t know whether he blamed us, but he sure looked like he wanted our help.
Help?
He was glad to get home.
Smokey doesn’t look happy, but I’m sure he appreciated the end results. He sure is a pretty kitty cat.
Robin Andrea — He wasn’t happy. It’s funny because he’s so laid back at home, doesn’t run when you accidentally step on his tail or kick him when he’s following too close. At the vet he was a worried kitty. He recovered quickly at home, so it didn’t leave any permanent scars.