She had a trim in the Spring and got even moore wooly again too fast. She's indoors so she won't freeze.

Didn't know there was such a thing as 'sanitary shaves' either until we got this cat.

and having kitty wipes handy ...

Where you been? Even I knew about 'sanitary shaves/fur-cuts <g>. BTW, if they can't keep themselves clean, correct their diet  -- or carry sanitary wipes. 

Long-haired cats need help sometimes.  If their fur gets matted, it can be painful because the mats pull the hair so tight it hurts.  

I had a long-haired tabby similar to yours, and we had to do butt baths.  Cats are amazingly strong when you are trying to put them in water!

I hope she does well.  Inside is a good place for cats!

Adding butt baths to my vocabulary.  Are there cat bidets?

before ...

Off Base five of us gather in my hooch, two small 'rooms' on stilts high above the critters and monsoon floods. No kitchen but there is a shower with lukewarm water, almost hot in the noontime sun, supplied by canisters atop a rickety tower.

Once again Weston, the only one who's had some experience with this, extols the pleasures of the stuff. We really should give it a try. This Thai stuff is supposed to be extra good. We're all interested, ready for a puff .

How to get some.

The samlor guy would know .

We go have a talk with the samlor guy who speaks some English.

W: Can you get us some grass?

SG looks puzzled: Grass?

W: You known, grass ... pot?

SG: Pot?

W makes like he's puffing a joint.

SG: Ah, Marijuana!

...

There should be because I have had some monumental struggles with very strong cats who do not want their butts washed!  Fortunately, they have never tried to bite or scratch -- just escape!

I'm going to try to put a picture of my big hairy cat who is gone but never forgotten.   Umm, yes -- my camera thought it was 2035. 

My sweet Xavier.

Hudson River Park

Pilefields

I still get annoyed thinking about what could have been if vocal environmentalists hadn't blocked a larger Hudson River Park with a buried Westside Highway and landfill. Instead we have this thin sliver of a park along the Hudson, it's very nice but nowhere what would have been by now. An important factor in the demise of the original plans was the endangered snaildarter, a small fish feeding on snails living on wood pilings that once supported the piers. 

At one time much of Manhattan had active multi-storied piers all all along the westside where famous ocean liners docked; the piers were abandoned with the advent of airlines and became dangerous ruins popular with gangs, hippies and crowds of sun worshipers during the giddy first days of gay liberation. Unspeakable acts took place there during hot summer nights while in the dayl excursion boats directed the attention of tourists to the opposite Jersey shore to avoid embarrassing scenes. For several years running, one infamous regular who even made the pages of the New York Times could be seen standing at the end of one of the piers, naked, displaying himself while waving an American flag at passing tourist boats.

The solution to environmental objections was to build a smaller park, tear down most piers but leaving the pilings for those little fish to feed on, resulting in odd planned pilefields dotting the Hudson along the westside of Manhattan. We've gotten used to them and even come to like them as they grow and shrink with tides rolling in and out. They're convenient safe spots for gulls to take a break while still keeping an eye out for any appetizing tidbits floating by; Canadian geese drop in to feast on snails, barnacles and mussels - whatever grows on pilings - and when the tide is low swarms of sparrows from the mainland fly in to peck at the goodies. 

Odd thing is I haven't heard mention of snaildarters lately and have no idea if they bothered to stick around after all that upheaval.

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