It's noon on Thursday and I'm doing all I can to stay awake.
Fair warning this post could wreck your brain.
I was still awake when those groomer people were open and I called and darn if they couldn't shave Emma today. Since I have been worrying about it for too long now, I bit the bullet and dropped her in. They were hoping she would be done around 1pm.
Lord, let her be done at 1pm. Cause staying up any later is going to take more than I might have stored up.
I should also mention that while I'm typing this up thunder is rumbling here and there and has been moving closer over the past hour. I can only hope it holds off long enough for me to pick up the Miss.
And, of course, Bob is way too busy today to get home before the vet closes. Not his fault, I was just hoping he might have to work from home this afternoon and could zip over to pick her up - it's like a minute drive - but nope, I refuse to crawl into bed in case I fall asleep and miss the alarm.
45 more minutes and then I'll call.
Tomorrow there could be pictures. Depends on Her Majesty's mood.
Dang. That thunder is close now.
Crap, I just Googles lion cut and found this:
I am so dead.
I never thought to tell them to leave her legs alone!
This cat is imagining it.