One of the most dreaded things you can ever do in life is trying to shave a 16-year-old Maine Coon cat. Last Sunday, the boys of FFV took on the daunting task of shaving my longtime buddy, Murphy. He's been aptly named, "The Lion King," because our lives at home seem to always be at his every beckon meow. You'd figure with his old age, it would be a cake walk to groom him since he's weaker and such. Alas, that's not the case with this feline. If there were ever a "World's Strongest Cat" competition, this guy would win. Amid his age and de-clawed state, he'd still manage to claw his way to victory (that was an exclusive Wolfgang pund). It had been a little over a year since we last shaved him. We typically shave him every six months or so. But recently, he had gone to the vet numerous times to make sure his thyroid wasn't an issue. In lieu of those not-so-fun visits/check-ups, I thought some time off from shaving would be a nice treat for him. One month led to two; and then three; and then so on...
So it took us almost two hours to finish this dreadful project. I'm sure the folks at PETA would've been overjoyed to see the result of this shaving brouhaha. We simply couldn't put off this tragic event any longer. The boy had more knots than a cornrow convention. Intervention of the Wahl trimmer was needed and below you will see the results. Before you go thinking that Murphy's the victim of all this, please bear in mind that there are cats in this world who are not this well-endowed with hair. They will, in some cosmic way, benefit from his summer coat through the "Rogaine for Cats" program. Here's my ode to you my longtime buddy - in Hanku style...
Meow, meow, meow the Maine Coon beckoned
O thy gray hair, where art thou?
The knots are no longer and now I'm nude
These men I call my dad and uncle, you FFV guys are crude.
~KH
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