She’s been at me again, my mum: forced me into the yard, made me stay still while she wielded those clippers like Excalibur! It’s only five minutes since I was done – surely it’s not time yet? I had chrysanthemum paws, she said, and I will be much happier with less fur in the sunshine. Even skimmed off my leg feathers – though my tail survived untouched! There was a great big pile of cuttings once she’d finished.
Admittedly, I have been a bit overheated outdoors on warm days but there is always our tiled hall to cool off on once we are back home. And if I’m bushed when we are out I can usually find a shady spot to recover.
Look at how my gorgeous spots appear when I’m clipped really short!