Why it was necessary to subject my kitty to nearly the equivalent of being skinned alive:














These images are only part of the entire problem. As temperatures in Utah shot up into the 100's recently, it became clear that something had to be done about Moses' shedding problem. The situation became dire enough that petting him was too messy, the masses of hair rolling and floating around the wood floor began to develop their own moons, and - the hairballs, AH MAH GAHD the hairballs....

It was time. And so Saturday morning, Moses had to ride in The Car - gripping me with all of his strength the entire time. When we arrived at the grooming location, I became slightly distressed at the 'difficult to handle' fee posted on their pricing board. It was only $5, but I imagined the groomer suggesting that the price be quadrupled do to Moses' unwieldy kicking and biting and general convulsion-like movements. I was surprised. He just sat on the grooming table with an extremely agitated "I am SO going to bite your toes off as soon as we get home" look on his face. I think I probably squirmed quite a bit more than he did, as I nervously watched the groomer reach between his skinny little legs with the razor. But alas, he came away unscathed and only mildly annoyed by the end of it.