|They Call Me Woolybear. Go figure...|
And that was taken after I trimmed her ruff a few weeks ago! We've postponed the visit to groomer extraordinaire Renee because leaving the house is stressful when one is a sixteen-year-old pampered pet.
Now she looks like a different cat:
|I Just Want My Kibble, if You Please|
She no longer appears as if she's gone to seed and about to blow away on a summer breeze. Of course that's not likely to happen given her girth. But she is losing weight with a strict regimen since supermodel thin Luna passed away nearly two years ago, so don't judge. ~grin~ I do adore how she crosses her paws.
Anyone in your household have a recent makeover? No fashion expert, I could use any tips you might offer.