Though I’m not sure how. Maybe if someone had died in the process.

Mr. Toomey’s original grooming appointment was canceled an hour beforehand, no explanation, no apology. So I called around to see if I could get him in anywhere else today (I didn’t have anything else to do, I was already up stupidly early, and I’m bad when plans change). And I got in somewhere!

I warned them about his... personality. They said it was fine. I said do whatever you think is best regarding his matted fur. They said it would be 2-3 hours.

An hour later, they’re calling. He’d bit 2 people, shit on the table, and rolled in it. 😰😰😰😰 Maybe if I’m there, he’d be calmer and they could clean more of it up. When I arrive, he’s headbutting the carrier from inside and hissing, two new features. We did manage to get him a little cleaner, but he’d had enough. They recommend he be groomed at the vet from now on, under sedation.

When I got home, he was gross. I didn’t want him to poopify the apartment, so I stripped down and gave him a shower. Mostly I just held him in front of the shower head since I needed both hands to hold him. Amazingly, he didn’t try to murder me, though he wasn’t enjoying it. He also let me towel dry him and use the blow dryer a little bit. He still smells, but he’s better. And they were at least able to shave the knots out of his flanks, so he has a nude spot on each side.


I’m tired now.