Time to go, Kwittie Boy.
Our cats aren't used to going out of the house that much, so whenever Kwittie Boy sees me bringing out the pet carrier, he scampers away. He hates it. Just look:
A visibly pissed off Kwittie Boy inside his pet carrier.
We had his fur trimmed short but kept those around his face and the tip of his tail still long. I didn't want him shaved because I believe it'll impact his self-esteem. When we picked him up, we realized just how thick his undercoat is -- even when already trimmed short. So here he is:
Who's that cat? Simba, is that you? Look at the tail!
His fur is still so thick, don't you think?
He doesn't seem too pleased with his haircut.
My Bibe and I both feel Kwittie Boy hates his new look. I mean, he was such a princess then with his long coat and now he looks like a... poodle? Hehe. He so hates us right now and he refuses to look at the camera.
Hi, little poodle!
In his mind he's saying "F%&* you!"
Our poodle-cat inspecting some new deliveries at our door.
Little Thordis is so fond of Kwittie Boy's tail right now, she keeps on following him.
Oh well, Kwittie Boy, you're just so cute!
It's for your own good, dear Kwittie Boy. Don't worry; it'll grow back.