Mom was smarter than me and tricked me to enter the pet taxi. Oh, I don't know how she does that.Anyway, she took me to a friend of hers, that works with a vet, to cut my hair. She doesn't like when the vet gives me a tranquilizer for grooming, but Mom's friend talks to me while he cuts the hair. I don't like it anyway, but he finds the way; although, it takes all day to finish.
Mom's friend is not a professional groomer that's why he decides to leave my legs and paws all hairy. Mom says that now I look like Shrek's Puss in Boots. 
Damn Rumpelstiltskin, I even have the same belly!
All these haircutting and comparisons have left me exhausted. But Mom says it's not over. She bought a waterless shampoo because she thinks she's gonna give me some kind of bath.
We'll see...Ola kala!
