Bad Hair Day

Minnie Pearl ended the week on a bad note. Not only did she get fixed, but she got her haircut by her mother, who is not recognized by the state of California as a certified cosmetologist. To make matters worse, The Rev. accidentally dumped all natural peanut butter on her hind end. How that happened has not been sufficiently explained to me, but I will just chalk it up to a mystery I will never understand, but will accept, like the Trinity.

For those of you not familiar with all natural peanut butter, it is simply ground up peanuts. The peanut oil separates from the nut meat, and you have to stir the oil back in before you can spread it on your bread. Somehow, peanut goo that was more oil than peanut butter got on her hind end. This interested the dog, but gave the poor cat an even more mangy, woebegone appearance. From the shoulders up she looked really cute, but her back and her tail were all greasy and matted from the peanut oil. Granted, she is a long haired cat, and she might benefit from some sort of hot oil treatment a la V-05, but this was room temperature oil, and she just looked even more pitiful. I think she even knew she looked like a molting squirrel because she hung her head and moped around the house. I finally got sick of looking at her and hacked some of her oily fur off of her backside. She did not like that intrusion into her personal space, and she ran off before I could finish the job.

Today I grabbed her and dunked her backside into a sink full of warm, soapy water. She really did not like that, nor did she like the brisk towel rub, the time in front of the space heater, and finally, the hair dryer. She morphed from drowned rat back to a demon kitty in no time, and she is currently strutting her stuff around the house, even though her tail is rather anemic looking and she has no hair to speak of on the lower half of her body.

Work it, girlfriend.