Carmela is shedding. I realized this when, after a festive romp with Mr. Kato the fun loving Rot, he looked as if he had a severe case of dandruff. Joey, Mr. Kato’s faithful walker, suggested a good old-fashioned brushing.
A couple days later I went to see her and of course, was welcomed, along with my cookie pocket, with howls and sniffs. I asked permission if I could enter the yard to groom her.
Should have looked up groom in Spanish, but live and learn.
Amalia, one of the housekeepers came out with a tiny stool, the kind farmers use to milk cows, so I’d have a comfortable perch.
Carmela, thinking we were going for a walk, went and got her harness, the smartie that she is. “No, Carm…this is spa day, and once more you’re gonna to love it.”
Her ears drooped in disappointment when I put the harness back staring at me as if I had lost my mind. Little does she know it was lost long ago.
Thinking she really would love it, she didn’t. She kept wiggling away as if to say, “What on earth do you think you’re doing. Stop that!”
And when I tried combing out her stomach all hell broke loose. She howled in protest. “Hey, it’s okay when Mr. Kato tickles you there Miss drama queen.”
She let me know, I was no Mr. Kato.
The fur was flying in more ways than one since I saw just how much she needed to be brushed. I gave her a cookie hoping it would make her stay still, but she wasn’t falling for that trick either.
“I’m smart Susannah….or have we forgotten?”
I know when Joey brushes Mr. Kato he’s in seventh heaven, so I didn’t quite understand Madam’s grievance. Then I realized I had bought a cat brush by mistake…hmm…I suppose if word got around she might be perceived as one big pussy.
Well, I guess until I remedy the situation, a wash and set will now be out of the question.
Women, even those who shed, are stubborn, sensitive and oh, so smart.