November 24th 2011 4:21 pm
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Oh my oh my oh my. I had another scare today when mother brought out the carrier early this morning. Fortunately, she stuffed Kovo in it instead of me. PHEW! Off they went for his annual checkup and rabies shot.
Oh my. Last January Kovo had to get his tummy shaved since it had become so matted. Mother was bound and determined to make sure that didn't happen again. She has every cat grooming tool known to humankind and she religiously combs him every day. She got to the point where she was very pleased with herself, convinced she had mastered the art of combing the Persian. Oh so smug.
Today mother asked the vet to check Kovo for mats, so sure he would come back and say he had not a one. WRONG! The doctor said she had done "better" than the last time he saw my bro but he still had some mats. Mother was crushed. Oooo, I wish I had been there to witness her devastation!
It gets even better, kitties. The vet also said Kovo had a little dingle berry hanging off his pantaloons. Time to get new glasses, mother?
I almost feel sorry for her. Almost. Mother was so smug about being able to comb Kovo properly and she was knocked down a peg today. Delicious! Just more proof that the superior being in this house always was and always will be - ME!
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Second the MOL!!
Z & Z
Giggles. Mom thought she was doing so much better with me too. Except we spent all last week with me trying to avoid having the mats combed out between my front legs. Impossible. I let (note the word let) Mom cut them tonight. She said she gave up trying to work them out with the comb.
Could it be because I'm always trying to bite the comb, or if I get really mad to take mock nips at her hand?
MOL! Poor Mother!
I can sympathize with the dingle berry! OH NO!! Poor guy!
Eeewwww! Dingleberries! Boys are so gross. Dignified ladies such as ourselves would never be caught prancing around with yuckies hanging off of our butts.
I'm proud of Kovo and his dingleberries. He needs to read Poopology for other ideas on how to embarrass your Mother!
Pawesome diary! I hope your Mom doesn't read it.