My little cat Haley is 16 this year. Due to her aging, this injustice of time, she's having more and more difficulty grooming herself. So this year I decided to help her out and trimmed her long gorgeous coat of many shades of auburn, blonde, and seal brown. For the first few days she'd squeeze into the bedroom through the cracked open door and jump at the sensation of door to exposed skin. It was terribly sad, but one of those sads that make a person smile, sympathetically. Haley's doing much better now. Her hair is at least a couple of millimeters longer, and she doesn't shun company anymore.

She still loves the orange chair.