Open wide and say, “Aaaaaaah.”
Zoe gets his closeup.
There’s a little dark grunge in the corners of his eyes. We think it comes from the eyedrops he has to get for his glaucoma. Cleaning his eyes is part of the twice-daily ritual of putting in his eyedrops. I clean them out, and then by the next time he gets his medicine, his eyes are grungy again.
It must be summertime, because Zoe got his summer cut on Wednesday. This is how he looked before.
This is him after the cut.
You can’t see it in the picture, but his coat has grooves that make him look like an unfinished marble statue. You also can’t see it in the picture but he has a big pink belly that rolls out on the floor when he lies down. We’re going to have to put on a treadmill and cut back on the beer.
It’s supposed to get a little cooler next week. At least the ends of his legs and the tip of his tail will be warm.
Zoe has always had a problem taking care of his long hair. His mane is even longer than the rest of his fur, and he always gets a mouthful of it when he grooms.
We plan to get him a spring cut next week. He’ll get a short cut on his underside but we may leave the rest of his coat alone until we’re sure warm weather is here to stay.
It’s hard to make sure all the cats get all their food but not someone else’s food. I put medicine in Zoe’s canned food, and naturally every other cat wants some of that. If I put food out for Dusty and Rusty I have to make sure Sylvester and Smokey are inside, or they’ll chase them away. If I put dry food down inside the house, Zoe wants to eat that as well as his canned food. So sometimes Chloe gets breakfast in bed.