I've been meaning to post, but I'm having one of those lethargic weeks again, and I just don't feel like it. I have difficulty sleeping too, so when the exhaustion catches up to me I find it hard to motivate myself. Which kind of sucks, because I have a lot I should be working on (including but not exclusive to wedding planning), but every now and then I just need to take a step back.
Because of my laziness, you get a bonus fuzz therapy (well, sort of bonus, since I posted this pic already, but it gives me giggles, so there).
This was taken last year during the summer, when I had had enough of all the fur in my house. Plus Princess is not pleasant to groom--(I should make a video sometime--we'll be a youtube sensation!)--so I took the easy way out by paying some lady to shave her. But since she's 17 now, I didn't really want to stress her out, so I just suck it up and groom her myself. I do miss the response I get when I ask the groomer "How was she?" It usually involves some sort of death look. Once I had one groomer yell at me about my evil cat while she brandished her bleeding hand at me and wailing about how she hopes it doesn't get infected, whereupon I pointed out to her that when I dropped her off I suggested using a muzzle. Not my fault she doesn't know how to listen. And after the way she man-handled my cat back into the carrier, I was glad Princess bit her--hell, I thought I was going to bite her myself before I left.
Time for a nap on the couch.