Okay. We made it through another Thanksgiving without one single family member getting shot, yippee!
And now, I will admit it. I am ungrateful! So sue me! Five days off, and no surfing... It's enough to make me cry. Oh, wait. I did. My cat rolled in poop, so I washed him with shampoo. So, sue me! How was I to know it would make his fur mat up like a rastafarian?
So, google matted cat fur already.
I did, and learned that it was torturing him, pulling at his skin like a sadistic mom's braiding of a stepchild's hair. Naturally, I went to the vet for advice. The vet's assistant took a shaver to him, and 30 minutes later my cat has a five inch gash on his leg, and a million shiny silver staples. WTF? People have actually told me cats don't feel that much pain over something like this.
Oh, really? Which cat did you ask?
On day four, I decided to relax with a hot bath, since I ended up working more than biking or surfing this holiday. Next thing I know, water is gushing from the ceiling below, and my landlady is knocking on my door.
I lead no boring life.
On the bright side side, my cat looks like he has a cute, new, form-fitting, velour sweater.
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