Annie

This is Annie.

You can be honest.....it's ok, really.

We know she's not a ravishing beauty. We know. And....we adore her. She is the funniest kitty and probably clinically crazy.

She was a scruffy little rescue kitty when we got her.

She grew. So did her hair.

And Annie's hygiene is.....how can I put this delicately.....non-existent.

Until we got Molly....another rescue.

Molly is a lady, smooth silky pretty.....and is fastidious (read obsessive) about her grooming.

Even tho Annie had territorial imperative, one day Molly looked at her and must have thought no no this will not do. She leaped across the room in a single bound, tackled Annie, wrestled her to the ground and literally got her in a strangle hold.

And began grooming her. She licked her so furiously we thought she was going to lick all Annie's hair off. Annie didn't know what hit her.

When she was done, Annie's hair was standing up in soaking wet spikes.

She has now, in self defense, taken to occasional self grooming.

Today was apparently not one of those occasions.

Molly had a go at her tonight.

I think Annie kind of looks like a dowager princess here.

But I could be looking through the eyes of love. ;-)

Done