So it was into the cat carrier and into the car for the short trip to the cat groomer. It's a trip he definitely does not like and he let me know all the way, both coming and going. With his short memory I don't think he remembered the groomer from his last trip but she said he behaved like a perfect gentleman. And it was all over in just minutes.
Home again and I inspected the job.
It looks a bit rough but at least those sharp points are gone. For awhile.
Meantime, Blackwell gives me a look which I can only interpret as "how could you?"
But I know he'll be back in my lap soon enough. I do, after all, belong to him.
