Saturday, June 23, 2007
My 12 year old Cinnamon was so matted that I had to get him groomed. "What kind of cut would you like?" the groomer asked. Cut? There are cat hairstyles? I went for the lion cut. When I brought him home, there was a definite "titter" heard coming from the other cats. No one would talk to Cinny. I kind of felt bad for him. Just like the time a kid would get a bad haircut at school and everyone berated him for getting a "beaner."
But Cinnamon soldiered on, marching around the house proud as a peacock. And today, 2 days later, he's back to being the king of all he surveys. He's even starting to boss me around.