Monday, August 16, 2010
At the request of Bunny, I give you pictures of my kitty cat, last Wednesday, after she got what's called the lion shave. Tibbs (her given name, but I just call her chicken) got sprayed by a skunk in July and after a bath in tomato juice, another in hydrogen peroxide, baking soda and dish soap, her fur was just one big dreadlock. She looked supremely uncomfortable, so we saw no alternatives but to get her shaved. I know, I know, it's like we took her dignity away. I mean, look at her! Mr. August calls her an Ookpik, after the little rhyme that follows:
Ookpik - by Dennis Lee
An Ookpik is nothing but hair.
If you shave him, he isn't there.
He's never locked in the zoo.
He lives in a warm igloo.
He can whistle and dance on the walls.
He can dance on Niagara Falls.
He has nothing at all on his mind.
If you scratch him, he wags his behind.
He dances from moring to night.
Then he blinks. That turns out the light.
-from Alligator Pie