Today, Willow went to the vets for his annual dematting. It's not easy to care for a long-haired cat. We should have got him used to brushing when he was a kitten, but we didn't know. He doesn't mind brushing with a grooming brush on his back, but it's impossible to brush his tummy. So, every spring, we have to take him to the vets to brush and shave all the matting on his tummy.
We picked him up about an hour ago, and he is still all groggy from the anaesthetics. He is walking around the house, and his body is swaying, and his legs look they are going to buckle under him. He still managed to jump on the counter in the kitchen, though it looked like he wasn't going to make it.
Every year, I promise myself that we'll get into a better routine and brush him on the tummy every day, but it never seems to work.
And every year, the vets give me the bag full of hairs - this year, it actually looks bigger than him!
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