We took another stab at it. Although I'm using the term "stab" figuratively, when you see the picture you might think we literally stabbed at the cat. With a hack saw. I assure you that is not the case. This time I enlisted the help of my dear Ryan. We found Sophia to be in a lovable mood, so we coaxed her into the "salon" (bathroom) and everybody sat in a big circle of love and encouragement. Her ass-hawk from the previous beauty session is growing out quite nicely now, so I know that we are doing the right (if not so aesthetic) thing. The cat clipper I bought only runs on one battery and that one battery is dying, but by the time we realized that everyone was in position. I turned it on and Sophia got herself nice and comfortable with her head jammed under my knee-pit (it seems to soothe her when she can't see what's going on). Twenty minutes or so later, VOILA! (I couldn't get a better picture because she was very busy stress-eating and wouldn't come up for air.) Pretty, yes? ;)
Someone should take those clippers away from you! Poor Sophia!
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