Talk about a bad hair day!
Poor Cody. The guy spends most of his life hauling around a fur coat that looks like a Lady Gaga wardrobe malfunction.
The venerable Codester, aka Shoo Shoo, Shoo Bear, Shoo Shooie (you get the idea) is “special” to us in so many ways. Back in the day, I was collecting Himalayans like potato chips, and I spied him in the household of a breeder who said she had no current kitten availability.
“What about him?”, I asked.
“Uh, well, he’s from our last litter. We decided to keep him.”
This, I later came to understand, is code for “he’s not operating with a full set of whiskers”. Cross-eyed and prone to miss a beat here, there and everywhere, Cody is, well, as I said before, special. We adore him, of course, and his many abilities, first and foremost of which is his willingness to be worn as a stole.
Cody’s fur has continued to grow, and grow, and grow. To the point where he has developed an asthmatic reaction – to himself. The CE works hard to keep the burrs and mats at bay, but with all the traveling we’ve been doing of late, the poor Shoo Bear’s crowning glory has become a dreadlocked mess.
So, this week, Cody took a trip to the vet, where they threw up their hands and brushes and said this was a situation out of control. Cody would have to be anesthetized and shaved.
As it turns out, a feline shave and a haircut costs considerably more than two bits these days. Half a day and $400 later, this is what came home:
Photos don’t really do it justice, I’m afraid. Almost all activity has ceased here other than staring at Cody for the last twenty-four hours. And that includes the other animals, who cannot leave him alone.
Our sweet Cody went from a bad hair day to a no-hair day! They call it, as you may already suspect, the “Lion Cut”. It will grow out, Shoo Bear! And in the meantime, you can just be our little Lion King. Hear him roar!