Today my little Gracie had to be groomed because her fur was getting so matted. While most people wouldn't have a cat groomed unless it was entering a cat show or something weird, I had to help my little feline friend out. She's not a very good groomer (as the vet pointed out when she was a kitten--she might as well have slapped me--I have a cat that doesn't like to do her hair...where did I go wrong?) so I felt the time had come for Gracie's first hair cut. When I picked her up the lady warned me that she had racing stripes from where she shaved but Gracie was in her carrier and I couldn't fully appreciate her "new do" until we got home.
After I stopped laughing, I managed to get some pictures.
She was really thirsty from the ordeal.
Poor thing. I almost feel bad for laughing at her....almost.
