Yes, this is another post about cats. It's either men, cats or God it seems.
So, I am still knee deep in caring for cats and various other animals (add a stable of horses, two dogs, a mini horse, a buck-happy goat and 4 big fish) all for my great cause of paying off my student account so I can register for classes at OSU (online) after a five-year "sabbatical."
I offered to help out Nice Kitty (mentioned in a previous post) with her hairball issues while pet-sitting for the tech pastor at church for a week. Well, actually, Dave asked (laughing) if I could shave the cat while I was there. In the past, this has been no big deal. Snip, snip. Nice Kitty even moves or stands still when I ask her to. NO DRAMA at all. This go-around, I should have kept my mouth shut and left the scissors in the drawer.
So, when Jen (the tech pastor's lovely wife) emailed me some last minute details (how to use the new tv, etc - very important) I responded:
I am glad to help! And Dave has requested some kitty grooming. Haha.
And this is my response from Jen:
Wow, Catnap (Nice Kitty's real name) can't wait! Seriously though, she's in the worst shape ever! We have been unable to get those fur things off her -- I would love any help you can give. Thanks!
And then, here I come. Cori-Scissor Hands and I butchered poor Nice Kitty. I could never be a hairdresser for the stars- or cats- apparently. (Fortunately this was never a dream of mine.) And the worse part is there are several places where the matts were so bad, that some of the skin was removed too... so, she has a serveral small, red sores on her little kitty body (which I have been carefully watching and washing with warm water.)
I called the the tech pastor and left the following message:
"Hey Dave. Cori here. This is not an emergency. So, yeah, I wanted to warn you that I went ahead and tried to help out Nice Kitty with the matted hair situation. And, well, I think I butchered her. She looks quite pathetic, though she seems in good spirits and was very happy to have the matts removed. Anyways... I am sorry for making your cat ugly. And well, I think I cut a little too close a couple times too. So yeah, I thought I should warn you before you saw her. Hope you're having a good camping trip. Bye!"
My anxieties over it all haven't dissapated yet.
At PetSmart last night (while purchasing food for my own cats) I asked the lady at the cat clinic for any advice with the sores.
She gave me THAT LOOK that said I was a terrible, terrible person for not taking the cat in to be professionally groomed. Well, I guess that look should go to the tech pastor, but honestly, give me a break! I reminded myself that not everyone in the world goes to that route. If you Google "shave a cat" you will run across many, many conversations of people who cut the matts off everyday with no drama.
Anyways, I don't know why I am posting this... my failure as a kitty groomer and my anxiety that the tech pastor will be upset or will endlessly give me a hard time about it.
Note: I considered taking a picture... but pride (mine and Nice Kitty's) is getting in the way.
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