It’s summer time, it’s oddly humid in town, and Hastings, my 17lb. maine coon cat, has a couple knots in his coat We’re normally very good at working these out but they got out of hand while we were traveling and then it got to a point where no one could take it anymore. So put it altogether and what’s a poor cat to do? Clearly, it’s time to get him shaved!
Today Hastings had a spa day. He visited the vet, who promptly sedated him and then shaved him right down. He’s since come home and I think it’s safe to say that he was stoned and had the munchies because I’ve never seen a cat go through kibble like this guy did this afternoon. Hastings doesn’t really look like his 17lb self anymore, but that’s okay, partly because he’s now equal parts kitten, rat, and AT-AT [wookie].
Finally, there is an apocryphal story of Hastings chasing bees right outside of a second-story window in his youth. Those who know the story often wonder if he in fact has a “strut” or a “limp” on account of this tender fall one summery spring day (yes there is such a thing) in Waterloo, ON. Well, now that he has no fur, I think it’s safe to say that something definitely is different with his gait on his left hind quarters. But that doesn’t ever stop him from bounding about the house like the handsome clown he is.
You’re welcome to check out these photos, which show some before and after shots. The last clip is a short video for those who are interested. Wooo motion video!
And for those who know him best, here’s a short video. It’s rather dull and unrevealing unless you’re friends with the friendliest cat in town:
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