Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Ruby Tuesday: Just Let Me Brush You!
My talented friend Mary/the teach hosts RUBY TUESDAY. Red has never been a favorite color of mine; it lags far behind Purple and Black (the RC colors of death) BUT thanks to the wonderful photos of those celebrating Ruby Tuesday I am gaining a new appreciation for red.
Mia and Siren both have their own grooming gloves. I have several wonderful, efficient, expensive brushes and combs that every cat before the Mi/Si duo of phobias loved. Nothing comes easy with these two.
Mia is more cooperative than Siren. As long as I hold her under the neck she’ll let me brush her – for a few moments at a time. Then she goes all stiff protestor posture which is my cue to back off. Since she’s long haired I need to brush her one million times a day to have any control over her fur.
Siren just doesn’t like to be touched. Even though he is so much better today than ever before he is very skittish (even for a cat!) and he has so many trust issues (even for a cat).
And he’s smarter than me – which means I can rarely trick him for more than a moment. In the photo above he is performing his usual inspection of the grooming glove which is almost always followed by one long yowl and a warning shot of paw and teeth.
Usually I just tell him I understand and that I’ll try again later. If I’m feeling risky I will try to contain him while he does an excellent interpretive dance right out of ‘The Exorcist’.
And if I’m in a pissy mood of my own then I’ll just remind him that whatever doesn’t get brushed off today gets thrown up tomorrow.
I swear he’s laughing as I walk away.