As you can see Gabriel is in a bad mood. From what I hear he's going to the vet. Not to worry, his not sick or injured, he’s going to the vet because of his hair. It’s a bit matted.
Mom tried to shave him herself, but that didn’t work at all. This morning was actually the second time she attempted to do this. The first time she tried to do so in the kitchen and all was fine until she switched on the shaver. Gabriel got a fright, ran like the wind and went into hiding.
Mom proceeded to consult some of her cat friends, who all told her the same thing: take the cat in the bathroom, have someone hold him by the scruff of his neck and then quickly do the shaving. It sounds simple enough, doesn’t it? Yeah right.
Like I said, this morning mom gave it another shot. She took Gabriel in the bathroom and Dieter went along to hold him. Seconds after I heard the shaver being switched on WWIII broke out.
Gabriel left the bathroom first (in a bit of a hurry I might add), followed by mom and Dieter. They agreed right there and then that taking Gabriel to the vet might be a better idea.
Even though I have no personal experience in this matter, I do know that the pros have a way of handling pets. They do this sort of thing every day, so they know what they’re doing, and this in turn puts us pets more at ease.
It makes sense I suppose. Humans go to the baker for bread; consult a plumber for a leaky pipe; and go to a stylist when they need a haircut; so why where it comes to pet care do they think themselves qualified to handle the job themselves?