The mom, thinking she was nonchalant, calmly looked through the house for her victim. 5, 15, 20 minutes went by and she started making comments about no one would guess any kitties lived here. Then she got mean. She started poking the broom handle into dark closet corners until a corner hissed. She had found her victim. Yup, it was Carl.
This is so not right!
A short drive later, he was at Julie's beauty parlor. After a couple baths and a good de-furring, he was a new kitty!
So does he look happy? No, we didn't think so either.
Carl was purrfectly happy with clumps of matted and shed fur
sticking out all over the place.
He looked cool with his punk look.
Unfortunately, the evil mom disagreed.
He may have been happy to be home,
but we girls thought he smelled funny
and we let him know in no uncertain terms.
This was the best place to be until he smelled like good ol' Carl again.
And maybe until the mom removed his tie
(though he does like wearing it).