We have the best cats in the world. Seriously the most patient, even-tempered things you have ever seen. For example...can you spot the cat?
I'll blow up the picture for you. Steve and M thought it would be funny to see how many of C's toys they could gently pile on Mongo without disturbing her. Turns out, it was a lot and she never did move voluntarily. They eventually dug her out themselves.
And Romi has taken to sleeping at M's head every night which is so disgusting and sweet at the same time.
But for all their awesomeness, poor Romi is the worst at personal hygiene. He is 12 and I am pretty sure it's as good as it is going to get. Because he does not clean himself thoroughly, he gets matted clumps of fur all down his back. M has been begging Daddy to let her give him a bath and today he finally relented. I told them it was their thing. And it was. Until Romi needed a little more help than baby shampoo was offering. So down went the camera and out came the scissors.
He was the sweetest cat in the bath. No biting, growling, or fighting, but he still put all kinds of holes in Steve's shirt in his attempts to jump out of the tub. It is hard to get a 17 pound cat excited about staying in water. On the bright side, Romi looks and smells a lot better and M got another lesson in pet care.
I'll blow up the picture for you. Steve and M thought it would be funny to see how many of C's toys they could gently pile on Mongo without disturbing her. Turns out, it was a lot and she never did move voluntarily. They eventually dug her out themselves.
And Romi has taken to sleeping at M's head every night which is so disgusting and sweet at the same time.
But for all their awesomeness, poor Romi is the worst at personal hygiene. He is 12 and I am pretty sure it's as good as it is going to get. Because he does not clean himself thoroughly, he gets matted clumps of fur all down his back. M has been begging Daddy to let her give him a bath and today he finally relented. I told them it was their thing. And it was. Until Romi needed a little more help than baby shampoo was offering. So down went the camera and out came the scissors.
Getting ready to put Romi in the water.
Teamwork.
The boys made sure to talk in whispers and stayed back so Romi would not be cruelly spooked.
Best. Eyes. Ever.
The last shot I took before my services were requested.
He was the sweetest cat in the bath. No biting, growling, or fighting, but he still put all kinds of holes in Steve's shirt in his attempts to jump out of the tub. It is hard to get a 17 pound cat excited about staying in water. On the bright side, Romi looks and smells a lot better and M got another lesson in pet care.
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