The Rudy Report

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...

The Rudy Report

Yassou kitties! It's me - RUDY! with your Rudy report! I hope you had a nice weekend, I spent mine giving myself a spa treatment with my tongue. I subscribe to Parker's belief that it's very important to keep a clean machine! Just don't think you can come after me with a brush, that's off limits!

We spent some time on the deck with Daddy, Mommy would not come out because she is allergic to the Hots. At least that's what she says. She spent her time in the kitchen and she managed to clog up the kitchen sink with parsley. Here's a tip to all of you kitty moms, parsley does not grind up well in the garbage disposal. And then your Dad gets to say bad words and spend his Sunday fixing it. She should have just stuck to fixing meat and tuna, those never clog the disposal!

I hope you have a Monday that feels like a Sunday - and stay away from parsley!

Wordless Wednesday - Powder

Keeping A Clean Machine...

It's Washday Somewhere...

While Mommy blows her nose and whines about catching ANOTHER cold, I thought I would send you over to see 50 Animals Who Hate Baths. And it may come as no surprise, but cats are in some of these photos.

Peace out, kitties -