Not me, thankfully, but Maxwell. He went to the groomer again this morning and came back looking even weirder than last time. Whereas before they gave him a super-round head and strange, high bangs, this time they didn’t trim his cheek and chin hair at all. His face is square and droopy – his eyes are resentful. He could be General Burnside for Halloween.
I didn’t actually get a good shot of his new haircut; upon returning from the groomer’s, he flopped down on his side and refused to budge.
I can’t tell if that’s depression about his new haircut, or just unhappiness about having gone to the groomer at all.
Or it could just be laziness.
As a separate animal update: I have official news that our friendly neighborhood cat has been adopted. She still visits, although less frequently, and now has a collar and tags. Her new name is Black Bat. Hooray!
(I assume it’s a she, given the pink and purple tags and collar….)
On that note – happy Labor Day, everyone. Posting will resume (perhaps with a new look) on Tuesday!