What a day!

Monday was quite the day.  First I took my cats to be shaved.  This sounds like a mundane task until you realize that my cats hate riding in the car, going into a carrier, and other people messing with them.  We lead a pretty quiet life over here, and they like it that way.  However, I do not like picking up their hair all the time.  I would vacuum and within hours I could see little Tigre clumps of black hair all over.  But Belle was the worst.  She has these little white hairs that get over everything.  Not fun, especially when I started to think about cleaning up after baby too.  So, instead of shaving them right before the baby came, which I knew would be traumatic with all the other changes going on, I wanted to give them a test run.  This was just as much for me as for them.  After wrangling them all up, I wanted to put them in the front seat of the car so they could see me as we drove.  That didn't help.  They both screamed the whole time.  At one point my Chiropractor's office manager called to ask me a question and she was just laughing because all she could hear were the darn cats.  But as I got to the groomers the lady was very kind and promised me she would do her best to make sure they were calm before she started bathing and cutting.  

So while they were be tortured at the groomers, I decided I would have lunch with my Friend Sarah and her son Matthew (potential mate #1 for Miss Madelyn).  I was a little stressed because the groomer said she would call if the cats were not behaving, but Matthew was so darn cute I wasn't really focused on them for long.  Plus, I like talking to Sarah about mommy stuff.  I know I am not one yet, but it is fun knowing that I will also have a little one in just a couple of months.  And I have realized that it is comforting to talk to friends about their experiences, they ultimately make you feel better.

Sarah and Matthew at lunch.  I am keeping my fingers crossed that I can look like Sarah when my baby is 8 months old.

Literally he was so chill the whole time, this was as emotion as I got out of him for the picture. :o)

So after lunch it was time to go get the cats.  I was very nervous.  I didn't care as much about what they looked like.  I just wanted them to be calm.  It is sad when pets cry and you can't do anything about it.  Anyway, I got to the groomer and she said Tigre (our skittish cat who doesn't even let us brush him at home) was so calm for her he fell asleep while she was cutting him.  And Belle (our cat who just wants to be up in everyone's business all the time, and loves to be combed) was so scared the groomer had to cut her while she was being held on her shoulder.  This was very weird for me to hear.  But it is evident in their pictures.  Tigre is nice and evenly cut, and Belle looks like we tried to cut her at home.    

Mister Tigre

Miss Belle, who was not happy with us for about 4 days. :o)