Ahoy kitties! It's me -
RUDY! - with your Rudy Report! So much to share...where do I start? Oh, I know! Let me start by telling you how intellectually challenged mommy is! You know how we have been without the innerwebs forever? Well, the reason was that Mommy kept entering her wireless router password over and over and over and over again. The only problem was that she did not enter it in caps. It only took her 4 days to figure that out. Hoo-Boy, what a stoopid thing to not figure out for
4 DAYS! I'm at a loss for words when it comes to this. But, we're back on the webs and now I can tell you about my visit to Tiffany the wonder-groomer. Lemme' back up a little bit. It's no secret that I HATE to be groomed.
HATE HATE HATE! Unless, apparently, Tiffany does it. Almost a week ago (last Tuesday) I was unceremoniously scooped up and stuffed into my PTU and delivered to Tiffany. She fawned and ooohhhhed and ahhhhed over me, and patiently listened to Mommy who, in great and painful detail, told her about my recent illness and how Dr. Wendy finally gave the OK for me to get groomed
(thanks Dr. Wendy, I will not forget this). Anyhow, Mommy left and I went with Tiffany to endure a bath, clippy-claws, ear cleaning and a blow-out which included a liberal dose of stink-pretty applied to my furs. They called Mommy to say I was ready to come home and when Mommy arrived to collect me, Tiffany said "I don't get it, he just sits there and lets me groom him. He's so easy..." I think that's where Mommy's head exploded.
You see kitties, Mommy is no cat-amateur. She's worked with thousands of cats in her shelter days and she's no feline-dummy. She can clip claws, de-mat and clean ears with the best of them. But me? No way. I will not let her do any of those things. It's just a thing I have with her. Don't get me wrong, I love her and she adores me, but when it comes to grooming, no thanks Mommy, I rather you didn't.
Puff, Powder and the Parkster have no problems with her getting up close and personal with their grooming. In fact, they kinda' like it. Maybe it's a guy thing...
Mommy promises to get some better photos of my new 'do, but really, I have sleek gorgeous furs now. No hunks are missing and if anything, I look maaaaarvelous! The only shaving I received was around my spot 13. And I kinda' like the look - less cleaning required from me. It's all good.
Keep those tails high kitties...
Well, as most of you know, we had a nap-fest with Mommy this weekend. That was pretty cool and I hate to see her go back to her hunting place today. But I'm glad she feels better and can go earn some green papers to keep us in Temptations! But guess what? Daddy caught a terrible cold on Saturday and he's all sneezy. His sneezes are not as cute as our kitty ka-choos are, (and his are a lot more gooey - eww!)
Terrible, isn't it? Replacing the screen was on Daddy's to-do list yesterday, but he felt so rotten that he's going to have to wait 'till next week. I am told that here in the good ol' US of A that you have a right to remain silent if you are accused of a crime. So, that's what I am going to be...silent. And I also hear that you are innocent until proven guilty. So that's what I am, innocent. And there is no proof, no photos that I am the kitty who has commited the crime against the screen door.
When Mommy decides that it's clippy claws time for the kitties it's a very good idea to go up on the deck with Daddy and lay low.
