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Old August 13th 03, 11:34 PM
John Biltz
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I had a bit of an emotional outburst with Maya this morning. Let me
rephrase that, I lost it. Maya decided when Bruiser arrived that I no
longer had the privledge of brushing her anymore. Never mind that she
liked it and had come to purr as the first stroke of the brush went
through her fur. I must be punished for my infraction. I was no longer
entitled to groom her precious fur. It was rare day I managed to get
more than a couple of strokes of the brush on her. With the heat of
summer here she sheds a lot and last year she got a mat. Up until then I
was not allowed to brush her but after that she liked it. When I came
back after a week in Ohio she had some mats. I think she realized she
was in trouble and she let me brush her some. Not as much as she needed
or I wanted, but some. Most of the mats were just getting started and I
managed to get them out with the brush. She has one medium size mat I
have managed to reduce in size over the last week. I am sure it probably
hurt some to have me pulling and working on it. I have had to brush
around it and then come back to it last so I could brush her. Yesterday
I decided to cut out what was left of the mat. It probably was not worth
the pain to her and agravation to me get it out by brushing. Its not
real big but it was very tightly woven in almost exactly the same spot as
last summer. Before dark I tried to get the scissors on it for the first
time. After several attempts where I was chasing her around inside and
outside, aid from my neighbor, much cussing from cat and humans nothing
was accomplished. I told my neighbor thanks for her help but we better
all cool off for a couple of hours. All last night, I tried to get the
thing cut out. I would sneak in with the scissors hidden and try to get
a clean cut on the mat. The trouble was I was always trying to hit a
moving target in bad light. I did get most of it but there is what looks
like a nub of matted hair remaining. Its even possible that would just
come apart with a brushing but quite frankly I was at wits end by this
morning. When we came in this morning Maya was reclining on the dresser
with the mat sticking out in the open. I took one more shot at it in
good light. She hit my hand and I felt the claws hooked on my hand and
she started screaming at me. I was mad about the claws and the
frustration of the last few days trying to help a stuborn cat, I started
yelling back. She would scream at me, I would yell something about
ungrateful cats. She would scream back at me. I would yell back, 'too
good to be brushed aren't you, now look at you" She screamed something
back at me. I yelled back "You wouldn't be so high and mighty after a
week out on the street." It went on awhile. It must have sounded insane
to my neighbors. 0630 in the morning and me and my cat are having an
argument at the top of our lungs. CATS!!!!!

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Old August 14th 03, 01:24 AM
Karen Chuplis
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in article , John Biltz at
wrote on 8/13/03 5:34 PM:

I had a bit of an emotional outburst with Maya this morning. Let me
rephrase that, I lost it. Maya decided when Bruiser arrived that I no
longer had the privledge of brushing her anymore. Never mind that she
liked it and had come to purr as the first stroke of the brush went
through her fur. I must be punished for my infraction. I was no longer
entitled to groom her precious fur. It was rare day I managed to get
more than a couple of strokes of the brush on her. With the heat of
summer here she sheds a lot and last year she got a mat. Up until then I
was not allowed to brush her but after that she liked it. When I came
back after a week in Ohio she had some mats. I think she realized she
was in trouble and she let me brush her some. Not as much as she needed
or I wanted, but some. Most of the mats were just getting started and I
managed to get them out with the brush. She has one medium size mat I
have managed to reduce in size over the last week. I am sure it probably
hurt some to have me pulling and working on it. I have had to brush
around it and then come back to it last so I could brush her. Yesterday
I decided to cut out what was left of the mat. It probably was not worth
the pain to her and agravation to me get it out by brushing. Its not
real big but it was very tightly woven in almost exactly the same spot as
last summer. Before dark I tried to get the scissors on it for the first
time. After several attempts where I was chasing her around inside and
outside, aid from my neighbor, much cussing from cat and humans nothing
was accomplished. I told my neighbor thanks for her help but we better
all cool off for a couple of hours. All last night, I tried to get the
thing cut out. I would sneak in with the scissors hidden and try to get
a clean cut on the mat. The trouble was I was always trying to hit a
moving target in bad light. I did get most of it but there is what looks
like a nub of matted hair remaining. Its even possible that would just
come apart with a brushing but quite frankly I was at wits end by this
morning. When we came in this morning Maya was reclining on the dresser
with the mat sticking out in the open. I took one more shot at it in
good light. She hit my hand and I felt the claws hooked on my hand and
she started screaming at me. I was mad about the claws and the
frustration of the last few days trying to help a stuborn cat, I started
yelling back. She would scream at me, I would yell something about
ungrateful cats. She would scream back at me. I would yell back, 'too
good to be brushed aren't you, now look at you" She screamed something
back at me. I yelled back "You wouldn't be so high and mighty after a
week out on the street." It went on awhile. It must have sounded insane
to my neighbors. 0630 in the morning and me and my cat are having an
argument at the top of our lungs. CATS!!!!!

Yup. She's got Siamese in her.

Karen

 




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