Once again, Winston has been shorn, and once again, he's uneven to the point where it looks like he was intentionally trying to blend in to the Williamsburg crowd we live amongst. Life is simultaneously cyclical in lopsided. Now Cute Overload will never pick him up again!
The short account is in the video. Longer, illustrated explanation is after the jump.
Because Winston gets overheated like a nun in a titty bar during the summer, we like to give him a haircut each year. The past two times ('07 shaving here, '05 shaving here), we did this ourselves. But, as you can see from the old posts, this has always resulted in patchiness. We figured that the only way to have ourselves an impeccably, adorably styled cat was to take him to the groomer's. And so we did. And the result is...
...less than impeccable.
But it's all good! By design, even. Here's how he came to be partially shaved:
My boyfriend looked around for a place that would allow us to be present for Winston's grooming and found Jay Andors' HydroSurge.
Within a minute of starting the clippers, Winston was squirming and fussing like he was possessed. Where's a good religious figure when you need one? Titty bar, probably. Anyway, Jay told us up front that the little lion who couldn't hurt a fly (or even ground hamburger, for that matter) that we were after was not going to be a reality. Because cats' skin is so delicate, shaving them must be done carefully. He said that other groomers either tranquilize the animals or tape their mouths and legs to achieve that just-out-of-the-salon look. He doesn't do that, and that's exactly why we took Win to a place that would allow us to observe. So we figured whatever. We'd get done what we'd get done and, at the very least, Winston would be cooler this way than if he didn't get cut at all.
Another great thing about this place, as you can see above, is that Jay lets the owners have a hand in the process. That meant situating Win for maximum fur access.
It also meant providing moral support.
The final thing that was so awesome about this groomer was that he let us record this process (obviously!). This resulted in at least two of my all-time favorite Winston photos:
It was not without snags: at one point while I was filming Winston get a bath, the groomer told me to put the camera down and help, and I wanted to snap back, "You're intolerant of my lifestyle!"
But everything worked out for us, at least. For a few hours after getting home, Winston was still pissed.
His proximity to that knife is no coincidence, I'm sure.