The lady I talked with was really nice and said that she would take good care of Maggie. And, she did.
Maggie begs to differ.
She was bathed, shampooed, and dried.
She had her nails cut.
She had her ears cleaned.
And, she was shaved.
And by shaved, I mean the kitty was shaved.
Ahem, blog readers, meet Maggie the Lion.
Poor wittle baby. Her pride's taken a hit, I think.
I keep telling her to think of the positives. Most importantly, little fingers can't pull hair that does not exist :)