A day at the spa

Here is Luna and Midnight's very different accounts of their trip to the groomer today.

Luna: Today started off normal, I ate my breakfast and walked into my carrier for a nap. I knew something was up when my mommy quickly shut and locked my carrier door. I don't like car rides, I don't care if I go to the vet, or to the groomer, just as long as I don't have to get in the car! I protested the whole trip. I knew I was going to get bathed when we arrived. I've been there before. Why do they have to bathe me? I wash myself at least 200 times a day. I like water, so I don't mind being bathed. I even sit nice and still while they work to make me more beautiful. On the way home, I told my mommy how they washed me, blew me dry. When I got home I pranced over to my grandfather, to show him how beautiful I look. He showed me my reflection in the mirror. I sure am a stunning kitten. I truly am purrfectly beautiful. My white now is so white, I'm glowing! My mommy wants me to look my best for my Valentine picture tomorrow, and boy do I look my best right now!

Midnight: I knew something terrible was about to happen to me, the moment my mommy put me in my carrier and locked the door. I don't understand why I have to keep going to the vet? I figure if I crouch down in the back of my carrier, I'll blend in with the blankets and the vet won't see me this time. Only I realized to late that I wasn't going to the vet. I was going some place worse: The groomer. I don't like water, I don't like being bathed. I'm fully capable of washing myself, I am a feline after all it's what we do best It's not my fault I missed about 10 days of grooming, because of that weird necklace they made me wear after my surgery I tried to crouch down and hold onto the carrier, but just like the vet, they managed to get me out. I wound up getting shampooed (with stuff that makes me smell like I'm wearing perfume), brushed, cut. It was awful. The whole time I yelled for Luna to help me. She was to busy getting compliments from the workers telling her how pretty she is, to notice my distress At the time I thought the most terrible thing was me smelling of perfume. But that wasn't the most terrible, the most terrible was this: I went in there as a long hair kitten, I came out a short hair kitten I need that fur, it took me 6 months to grow that fur. I was so glad when my mommy picked us up, but the day continued to go downhill. I found out my mommy has bought me a red ribbon, I'll be forced to wear for pictures tomorrow What are the neighborhood kittens going to think when they see me now a short hair, wearing a big red ribbon, and smelling of perfume?

Midnight doesn't want a hug, he's still mad. He's funny when he gets mad at us, instead of biting or scratching. He walks away and sulks, gives us the silent treatment. Then after awhile he begins to panic because he's away from us. He runs over for pats, and will lay in my arms and sleep. Only this time he woke up and realized he was still mad, and ran off to be alone again lol.