Caturday 86: Lacey Becomes HarlyPoo

Oh Lacey! What odious vehicle of human torture hath pulled onto your street‽

Surely your kind and beloved humans would not foist bath, brushing, and shaving upon your exalted body.

Alas! They did.

Poor old Lacey came to stay with we traitorous humans about 6.5 years ago. Between humans and cats, her fur coat was kept up pretty well for five of those years. But in the sixth year, her hind end became very knotted and beyond all three of us to deal with.

Enter the cat groomer lady and her portable spa. She took her time to gently attend to the old puss. She shaved, washed, dried and brushed in a very non-traumatizing fashion.

Here Lacey is resting in the dryer although she was not being actively dried in the photo.

About an hour and a half after being ported to the spa, she was back with us: calm and exhibiting no sign of trauma. She eased out of the carrier, and resumed being just quiet Lacey again.

Washed and brushed with her hindmost quarters shaved.

But she is now more than just Lacey. She is also our little HarlyPoo. I thought that her new do looked poodle-like, and since she is a harlequin tabby, Sue dubbed her our HarlyPoo.

Her back half looks like suede to me, for in most light it looks a little browner and darker that in the photo. I kid that she looks like she is wearing suede pants. Sue chimes in, "With fluffy stockings too."

All is right with the world. She still loves Sue and she has frequently been availing herself of Sue's lap. Lacey was supposed to be my cat since I am more of an ailurophile than Sue, but Lacey HarlyPoo always had a different idea.

Now to work on keeping her ladyship tat-free. Since Sue gets the lap time, it will pretty well up to the two gals to attend to HarlyPoo's very pretty coat.

Me? I get the glare.