Bet you think I'm going to talk about Oliver's first haircut? Haha! Guess again. I'm talking about first unauthorized haircut. Natalie snuck her kiddie scissors into another room. Jon found a clump of hair while he was sweeping after dinner. *shocked face*. She cut a chunk off the front, and fortunately, since she has an asymmetrical bob like mine, she cut it off the longer end, so it blends pretty well. The stinker!
Oliver's right canine finally broke through yesterday!
Christmas Grey went to the vet. She's about 6 months old, and a Diluted Tabby (whatever that means), appears to be in good health, although we are waiting on Feline Leukemia and AIDs tests. She gets spayed and de-clawed (yeah, I know. Mean, but we didn't want a pet to begin with, so if she's to stay, the claws have to go. They do it with a laser now, which seals the nerve endings, she's supposed to be pain-free the next day) on the 19th - Merry Christmas! LOL
And on a side note... Some people are just sick. I noticed a lame Siamese behind the vet's counter. Beautiful cat. Back legs completely slack, along with her hind quarters, although she drags herself along remarkably well on her front legs. Apparently someone shot her with a BB gun. Cruel, cruel, cruel. The vet took her in, and is giving steroid treatments, in the hopes that she might regain use of her back legs - one leg can kind of move a little now. She seems like a sweet cat too - not like the Siamese that my Great-Aunt Joan had - Sam was MEAN. Although that might have had something to do with my cousin Peggy and I carrying it around like a baby. Sam didn't like that so much. :-P
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