Butt sex for everyone!

Well, hot damn! I can now get around to all that carpet munching I've been meaning to do since it's now legal! Seriously, though, I'm very happy about this. It's one less thing Brö could be hauled off to jail for. And one less thing the other states can hold up as evidence that Texas is stoopid. We still have that whole president problem, but that isn't just our fault.

Last night we went to see a comedian at the local comedian establishment, the Cap City Comedy Club. I was heading into work and listening to the local wacky morning show, and they played bits from a fellow that were really funny. I jumped on the station's message board, and found out who he was (RJ Brow) and that he was playing at above-mentioned establishment this week. Someone happened to give me some free passes awhile back, and now I had a chance to use them! The guy was pretty funny, and I had an excellent time. I hadn't been to Cap City since about 1990 or so when it was the Laugh Stop and I saw Bill Hicks there based on an article in the Austin Chronicle. Ah, Bill, why'd you die instead of Carrot Top or Colin Quinn?

Today the cats will be shaved. Bowie and Bolt both have mats in their fur, and I cannot get them out. Bolt has always been lazy about grooming and refuses to let me brush him anywhere below his neck (which does me no good). I don't know why Bowie got so lazy. Well, they're both gonna get it now. I can't really afford it, but I've seen Bolt get this way before and the mats would only get worse, and it's only gonna get hotter (I suspect this is connected with warm weather shedding). So screw it, I'm gonna charge it and they're both going to look like kitty marines. I did it, so it's their turn.

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The deed is done- both cats have what the vet techs fancifully call a 'lion cut'. For the uninformed, this means they shave everything but the legs, head/neck, and tail. They did offer to shave all of the tail but the tip, but that sounded absurd so I said no.

Bowie apparently purred the entire time, and took all of about 5 minutes to shave. Bolt, on the otra, was a grade-A pain in the ass. When we went back to check after an hour or so (how long could it take for Qualified Professionals to shave 2 cats?), the room looked like a fur grenade had been detonated and Bolt was slinking around half-shaved and looking pissed. The harried tech said she was 'giving him a break'. I stuck around a little to help calm him, but though he was calmer, he still only put up with about 4 square inches of shaving and then starting swinging. They told me to take off and they'd eventually finish him up after another break. On the way to a mall to hang out at (I know, I know, but this is Texas in the summer, sheesh) they called and timidly asked if it was okay to gas him 'just a little bit' for no charge since he'd managed to bite one of them- I said as long as it was okay with his old kidneys it was okay with me.

We picked them both up at 4 (drop off was at 11) and they look smashing. Bowie, whose unshaved fur pattern is much more striped, is now an all-over sable color, and Bolt is his usual silvery-grey. They left ruffs and tails and feet, but the mats are all gone and I think everyone is much more comfortable.