Since we have moved to Germany, it's no exception that I wanted to rid him of some of the extra fur that's flying around here. I purposefully packed my clippers when I moved here. I broke out the transformer and plugged the clippers in. I rounded up the cat, who was suddenly trying to make himself very scarce.
I shaved a couple swatches of fur off but the clippers weren't working well. The blades are newer; they only have about one Moo-shaving experience on them, but they weren't working well. The clippers are 18 years old and were used on horses before; maybe they're reaching the end of their life. I then tried some clippers that a colleague gave me. No dice there, either. Moo looked super patchy.
In the meantime, I was sneezing and grumpy. The cat was trying to slink away. There was cat hair all over the kitchen.
All of a sudden, I had a huge wave of "forget this stuff" (well, maybe a ruder version of that!) wash over me. I let the cat go, unplugged the clippers, left the kitchen, and shut the door behind me.
I left it like that for two days. That's how bad the "forget this stuff" was. I had enough and the cat did too.
Two days later, I cleaned up the whole mess. Moo was partially shaved. He basically looks like he has a case of mange, but at least he's super soft still. That's good enough for this year.
|One of the benefits of not spending much time in the kitchen: I could leave this mess, shut the door, and not think about it for two days.|
|I was like Honey Badger at this point: I just didn't care any more.|