Scratch was getting small mats on his underside, so DH and I decided to give it a go and try to cut or brush them out. He hates to be held so this can be quite a process. Just before we started I suggested that if the process didn't work that we may have to take him to the V-E-T to get a lion cut. Something in his little brain must have clicked because he let us get all of them out. I don't know if it was the threat of going to see Dr. Kelly, being shaved, or having to spend any amount of time in the kitty carrier that did it, but what ever I said made him work with us.
What a goofy boy.
What a goofy boy.