Last night I wrangled my cat into a position so that I could clip his hind claws (he was de-clawed in the front when I got him so you can just put that hate mail away right now) and check out some of his bald patches. I also needed to get him close enough and still enough to put his fancy new collar on him. The other cat was also interested in what was happening. Perhaps because I bribed them with treats. I 'm not above that.
Aww, doesn't he look pathetic?
Here he is, trying to kill me with his laser beam eyes. =(
I left it on him all night and got another few shots this morning. He was trying to get the collar off still. Oooh, a movie. You should watch, it's pretty funny.
And then, while I was brushing my teeth I heard *something* and came back to find him drinking out of the fishbowl. So he had navigated around well enough with this stupid collar on to figure out how to get the top off the fishbowl and then decided that he didn't really want at the fish, but wanted to drink the water instead.
Five minutes later he had puked all over my bed. And the collar-so I had to take it off of him and rise it. Oh, and move the fish, because if he got in once, well, there's nothing to stop him now. Right before I left for work.
Guess what I get to do as soon as I get home tonight? If you said laundry you'd be right.