Well, they’re probably more hungry than restless.
We pulled the food up last night because Potter is going in this morning to get a haircut. I just can’t get the mats out of him. In previous summers, I was able to, but this year, for some reason, they’re really bad and he just doesn’t like being combed out.
It’s gotta be bothersome, I’ve had my hair in clips and it yanked on my scalp whenever I moved and I imagine that might be kinda sorta how he feels.
So, even though it’s late in the season, he’s getting snipped today. And that means they might have to mask him (which I’m sure they’ll have to do) and he can’t have any food in his tummy. So, when one kitty can’t eat, no kitty can eat.
Rachel knows where the food is, though. She’s been sitting outside of the exercise room, crying. She knows. Thirty more minutes until the vet’s office opens.