This is a dog-heavy blog, and that’s not likely to change, but a year and a half ago we adopted a purebred Persian boy from a very nice woman who was moving overseas and couldn’t bring him with her. He doesn’t get featured very much, so I thought I’d give him a chance.
His name is Woody, and he is a weirdo. We love him, but he has LOTS of crazy issues.
He grows hair typical of a show-bred Persian, but he HATES HATES HATES to be groomed. It makes him sulk and whine for hours. So he is kept clipped short so he is never matted – you can see the state of his legs, which is deeply shaming to me, but it stresses him so much that I keep it mat-free but don’t even attempt to do daily combing.
His eyes need to be cleaned every day – this pic was taken before he was cleaned. He gets scrubbed gently with cotton balls and contact lens solution, and the next day they’re right back to crusty. But we do manage to keep him from staining that way. He’s really quite beautiful when he’s all cleaned.
He also doesn’t like anything that moves fast, so he stays on our bed all day. Once the kids go to bed, he comes into the living room and rolls, and rolls, and purrs, and leaps from surface to surface and dances on his hind legs. Nobody but me sees it, so our entire family thinks he’s a lump. I think he is a ballerina. Ballerino. Whatever.
Woody was lost during the fire – by lost I mean misplaced, thank God, not killed. We found him two days later, black with soot, in his old cat tree. I have never been so happy to see a ballerino in my life.