The shaving of Sam the cat is an annual event at our home.
It goes MUCH better when we give him a sedative before taking him to the groomer's. It hadn't worn off when he came home, so here he is sleeping it off in the kitty drunk tank so as not to injure himself attempting to walk across the lino or something eqaully perilous.
LOVE the tail. They don't call it a lion cut for nothing.
Sam is so much happier since the shave, I think he was both overheated and generally uncomfortable with all that hair.
Daniel wasn't near as freaked out by the "new" Sam as our other cat Stella was. She hissed at him for about two days, but now seems to be mostly over it.
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