You're probably tired of cat news, but this is a hoot. Malcolm got a haircut yesterday, when he went to visit the vet. He's been having stomach issues for over a year, and I was convinced it wasn't hairballs. Just to be sure, when he was knocked out for his barium GI series, we had him shaved, to eliminate hair as a possible cause of his problems. The x-rays showed that he's got massive reflux problems and he's now a member of the "medicated twice a day" society. Getting the medicine into him has so far been unsuccessful.
But back to his haircut. This is called a "lion cut." He thinks he looks terrific, which has me completely surprised. I thought he would be under the bed for the next week. Instead, he struts around like he is king. VERY curious, to say the least. Every time I see him, it's a surprise. He looks like a walking, breathing photo-shop animal, and it's just a wee bit disturbing. But not to him, so I guess that's a good thing.
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