Last act of defiance

I took old blind three-legged Jack cat in yesterday to get the mats shaved off his belly. I would have clipped them off myself, but DH didn't want me picking up another cat-bite infection. So the first thing the nice lady at Pet Smart did, after cuddling and petting Jack and and baby-talking to him for a minute, was to snap on one of those cone-shaped stiff plastic collars. So he CAN'T bite. Brilliant! Then she got to work with the comb and clippers. Jack kicked and cussed and tried to claw, did his best to bite, wriggled, struggled, and even called her a dog-loving cat-hater, but to no avail. She had his head and front leg pinned under her elbow, his back end trapped with her other hand, and was just starting to shear his belly when suddenly she flinched back from the table, and I saw a jet of liquid arcing up at her. In a last act of defiance, Jack pissed all over her. He may be old and feeble, but he fights to the end! I apologized and apologized, and gave her a big tip, and she laughed and said it happens a lot and not to worry.

He is much more comfortable now without all those lumps to lie on.