My apologies, in advance…
With the idea in mind that we tend to notice more of the same once something’s been brought to our attention, I am very sorry to report that, in the same vein as my incredibly well-deserved (and fully paid for) hangover and the stench produced by my only child, I’ve another disgusting subject to bring up in polite company.
That’s right, people. From the woman who brought you blogging from the couch with the remnants of her beer-soaked brain and “My Son Has Gas”, I bring to you “It’s Time to Shave the Cat’s Ass”.
Go ahead. I know you want to. I can hear your brain ticking from here. There are just so many jokes to be made, and they’re all delightfully scatological...
I don’t know what happened, but Dolly G. Squeakers aka Dahli Gee aka What the Hell is THAT?! has developed a matted spot under her tail that defies description; and in the name of all that is fluffy, I will let your own twisted little minds take care of what happens to a long-haired cat’s butt-al area when she’s not terribly into grooming herself…
“No worries!” they said at the boarding and grooming place down the road. “This happens a lot to long-haired cats. Tell me, is she a mellow cat? Will she need to be sedated?”
I don’t know! You tell me: Have you met a cat yet who was okay with having its butt shaved?
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