Draco is our fluffiest cat, and the oldest son is almost 20 (I had him when I was 14 people... that is why I do not look old enough to have a son that old- because I am NOT!).
So I am sure poor Draco was sleeping somewhere like the laundry bucket...
Minding his own business when the oldest son comes and yanks him from his peaceful slumber to rob Draco of whatever masculinity he has left.
When I got home the house was silent... I go to the stairs and I see a trail of patches of Draco fur...
I get to the top of the stairs and I see Sammie (Draco's mom) sitting outside of the bathroom door looking worried. I go in the bathroom and oldest son is wielding the electric shaver while the daughter is holding Draco. Draco looks at me as if to say "HELP ME MOM!" He says "Mrroowwww" instead.
This is what the poor thing looked like:
This is what was taken off of him:
The fat bastard got over it quick enough. We released him and he went right downstairs to the food dish (comfort food?).
|Draco with Sammie (his mommy)|
Apparently the oldest son liked shaving the cat because he kept looking at our other cat Soxxy (not pictured) and asking her if she wanted to be shaved too....