My cat has a mullet.
There’s a sentence I thought I’d never say; or write in an OP. But there it is.
I’ve seen some great mullets in my day, even sported a few, but I have to say that this mullet is the best mullet ever in the history of all cat mullets.
Poor Mo. (My 5 year old cat.) Some of you may remember Mo from such threads as the “cat kissing a deer” and the “drunk pet” thread. And as much as I’d like to just post his pic in the Doper pet pics thread, I thought Mo deserved a thread of his own.
Mo was a cute kitten, (pictured herewith his sister in the center looking at the camera) but now I fear he will never regain his handsome good looks as seen here. You see, Mo had developed mats. Lots of them. Probably due to the fact he could only clean himself just below his chin because the fur of his lower mane always got in the way.
So at the insistance of the meekess, I take the Mo to the groomers and tell them to just to shave the matted areas. Mo was great while he was strapped in the pet carrier on the way over and at reception area, so I didn’t think he would be much of a problem. I left for an hour to go pick up some groceries.
When I got back, I could actually hear my cat in a hissy fit of fury all the way out the front door of the groomers. I walk in the doorway and poor Mo was still on the table with his head in a satelite dish cone, three girls with death grip wrestling holds pinning mo to the table, and a fourth girl wielding the grooming shears ripping fur from Mo’s belly in wave after wave of buzzing attack.
Poor Mo wailed like I’ve never heard before. I tried to comfort him from the doorway with my voice, but it only seemed to make him louder. It seriously sounded like a burgler alarm siren, only louder with more angry hissing. All the puppies in the next room all stopped playing in order to try and see what was making that awful noise. The other customers were starting to peek in, crowds were forming.
Then just as the shearer girl was saying that Mo was just about done, Mo did the only thing he could do to defend himself. Mo peed. And boy - did Mo ever pee. Streams of it. In every direction.
Chaos. One girl jumps off her chair and lets go of Mo’s back paws.
Mistake. In a flash Mo squirms and bunny kicks the fresh pee puddle on the table into the face of the other girl holding his shoulders. She lets go and he jumps up and manages to break the hold of the girl holding his front paws. The girl with the shears just held up her hands and slowly backed away from the table.
Mo then hops down and tries to remove the cone from his head and was gently restrained a few seconds later when the staff recovered from the cat pee shower.
I can’t help but start to laugh. The receptionist behind me is laughing so hard she almost has to sit down. Groomer girl laughs as she somehow seemed to avoid the cat pee carnage. The rest of them were not laughing however, and were standing around in shock disbelief. One poor girl had a droplet of cat pee running down her nose. She understandably excused herself to go wash up, as did the other 2 girls whose clothes were all dotted with numerous big wet spots.
Shearing girl looks at me and says, "I think Mo is done now, I only had the back of his neck and one small area left to do near his “neither regions”. She takes off the cone and puts Mo on the table again.
I look at my cat and see the results. Shaved everywhere except for the back of his neck and a small spot in his “neither regions”.
I say to her with fake annoyance and loud enough for everybody to hear,
"So what you’re telling me here…
you gave my cat a mullet and a brazillian"?
The look on her face was priceless.
I paid for the grooming and added a nice tip for all of them.
I don’t think I’ll be shaving the Mo again anytime soon. I doubt they forget about the day they shaved my cat.
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