The Return of Ghlaghghee
Posted on April 29, 2008 Posted by John Scalzi 19 Comments
Those of you who live for the appearances of my pets on Whatever will note that it’s been a while, relatively speaking, since Ghlaghghee was last seen here. The reason for this is pretty simple: Ghlaghghee, being a longhair cat, has had some serious matting issues, which have required some serious and, shall we say, less than entirely esthetic, fur trimming. So she’s rather patchy at the moment, which doesn’t make for good pictures, except from certain angles, like here. Since I don’t really have time to follow my cat around obsessively, waiting for just the right photo, this means a dearth of Ghlaghghee pictures, a trend that is likely to continue for a little while. So enjoy this picture. Fortunately we do have two other cats, so the overall amount of catblogging should remain fairly constant. I know how important that is to you all.
Why does this photo remind me of the shot of Damien looking back at the audience at the end of “The Omen”?
Wait, wait wait. You’ve trimmed your cat’s hair in such a way that your cat probably finds humiliating, and you’re not taking pictures and posting them on the internet?
Who are you, and what have you done with the real John Scalzi?
K
O Great Scalzi, wow.
Wow.
The Official Ghlaghghee Fan Club finds itself completely speechless at the Perfection of Her.
The Official Ghlaghghee Fan Club
PS – You would have gotten a multi-day Seal of Approval Award but for your foolish comment about not having the time to follow Her around obsessively. How can you do anything else? Your deficiencies are legend, but even this statement stands out.
O Horrible Scalzi, what a terrifying Bosch painting of the Ghlaghghee beast as it shambles towards Bethlehem to be born.
The Official Ghlaghghee Dislike Club.
We prefer the radiant brilliance of Carrot Top, or perhaps Campbell’s Cream of Celery Soup.
I see a fued coming on.
“Ghlaghghee, being a longhair cat, has had some serious matting issues, which have required some serious and, shall we say, less than entirely esthetic, fur trimming.”
My eyesight isn’t too sharp this morning, so I read this as ‘mating issues.’ Thus, I wasn’t really sure I wanted to hear about the fur trimming required,… and I was glad you hadn’t posted a picture!
chang, who is not chang @3:
…but for your foolish comment about not having the time to follow Her around obsessively. How can you do anything else?
I can’t speak for Ghlaghghee, but I wouldn’t be at all surprised if She doesn’t want Scalzi following Her around obsessively.
The Internet in general and you in particular are a constant reminder that I have boring cats–I think it’s because we raised them like dogs.
I have Maine Coon cats, who love to play with the water droplets in the tub after we’re done showering in the morning. This causes serious matting issues when they’re transitioning between winter and summer coats. I keep telling them they should sit still for a trim because it would be much better than a lion cut, but they never pay attention to that argument…
I don’t come here for you. I come for the cats. Sorry dude.
That explains The Look that you’re getting!
I love the glowy blue eyes!
Ah, shedding season. I highly recommend a brush called “The Furminator.” Goofy name, kinda pricey, but the damned thing is magic. Worth every penny. (Not affiliated, just a very happy customer.)
I second the Furminator. Cranks out impressive amounts of fluff. (Though it’s important to have a grooming rake to get to a Maine Coon’s undercoat.)
Not for nothing, but you know what clears that matting right up? You’d never guess and, well, it sounds kinda crazy, but bear with me, what you do is this: first, you need some tape. Oh, and some bacon…
So what you’re saying is that you shaved your pussy, is that it?
You know, you could always tape bacon over some of the bare patches. (And I’m surprised that no one else has suggested this yet.)
And the “I was wondering how long that would take” award goes to One Of The Erics, at comment number fifteen. Congratulations! Ladies, show the gentleman what he’s won!
My rabbit’s fur matting problems can usually be alleviated with a brush, but he has declared it his Sworn Enemy. Every time I take it out, he tries to slay it. Which is hilarious, because one the actual brushing begins, he mellows out like he’s taking a trip on the hemp train to Rabbit Heaven. But oh, that brush–one of these days, he will resist its wily ways and exterminate it!
A resounding third on the Furminator. We got one a few days ago and our medium-hair part Maine Coon has never been softer.
Poor fluffy–going to be fluffy-fluffy some day when the hair grows back (I hope that is the way you pronounce the cat’s name which I cannot spell but is pictured way, way above).