Tuesday, March 11, 2008
And for something completely different...
Earlier on I blogged a bit about our old cat, Taffeta. She seems to have weathered whatever kind of medical crisis plagued her during the winter, although she's a bit tottery on her legs, and quite possibly doesn't see very much or very clearly.
Unfortunately, what with old age and various kinds of debility, her personal grooming has gotten beyond her. And she is a silky long-haired cat, as you see from the picture above of her in her prime. Up until this year she's always been spectacularly tidy and soft...but now she's much troubled with tats, mats, and dreadlocks, especially on her shoulders and on her "lower back" near the base of her tail and down her hips.
Combing and brushing don't even begin to solve the problem. Cue the Rambler and her very pointy and thin-bladed old-fashioned nail-scissors!
When I began in a concerted way to try to cut out the tangles -- also in fear and trembling lest I cut HER, because some of these tangles are really close to her skin -- there was a lot of protest...hissing and biting and clawing and wriggling.
But much to my amazement, the old girl seems to have figured out what I am trying to do! (Maybe I've become a little more deft, too.) And this morning she hopped up on my bed and lay down in an inviting attitude, and purred with great determination while I got to work... So we actually cooperated, up to a point, and when she'd had enough she bit me, in that shot-across-the-bows, cease-and-desist kind of way, and we adjourned. (I've been bitten, once, by a cat who "meant it," and it's not the same experience at all, wow.)
But I am astonished. I do find it helps to talk to her while I'm snipping, and to stroke the unmatted bits in an encouraging way.
Poor old thing, though, she is going to be very bald about the bum when I get the job finished!