Newton: I had to go get manscaped this weekend. The humans say that I don’t take good enough care of my armpits and that they were getting matted again.
The humans tried to tell me that I should be excited to be the first of us to take our new carriers out of the house. Can you see my excitement?
Riding in the car isn’t so bad when you can see. This photo was when I heard, “What’s the point of having a crash-tested carrier if you hang out of it?”
I had to wait in the waiting room a while, and a lot of dogs came and went. I’ll tell you, I could have taken on any of them. Well, maybe not that biggest one, but the rest of them. Well, maybe not all at once, but for sure one at a time. I would have shown them which cat was the boss around there. I stayed secure in my carrier instead, though. It’s more comfortable in there, anyhow.
I wasn’t quite as eager to get out of the carrier once I got to the exam room. I did try to walk around a bit before the vet came in, but the humans insisted that there were bad dog germs around and asked me to go back to my carrier. I agreed, but only because of the germs. Not because I’m afraid of dogs.
Then they grabbed me, kitties. The photos that come next aren’t for the weak at heart. That’s my beautiful mancat armpit hair Dr. K is shaving off!
You can tell the humans fear my wrath because of how many hands it took to manscape my armpits. That’s three humans to hold one little cat. And I wasn’t even putting up much of a fight!
In the end, it wasn’t so bad. I am mat-free and will be for a while, and I’ll be used to the breeze in my armpits in no time.
So how was your weekend?
