the reunion: part 3

soon after the merriment of free-flowing treats, i was whisked off and placed on the dinner table – one of my fave places, except that our two-legged parents had already finished dinner and cleared the plates. darn, they even wiped the table clean. mom and auntie pea settled down to a serious discussion and began ruffling my coat and drawing imaginary lines along my sides as they talked. i knew instantly what was coming next.

more stripping. three pairs of hands (auntie pea’s, mom’s and dad’s) ran through my back, tail, neck, sides and face and there was little i could do although i did put up my best wft struggle and succeeded in nipping a few fingers. i called and glanced furtively at my wft parents for help, but they were resting their bloated bellies – too busy looking out at the garden and too engrossed with their tete a tete to hear their baby.

i emerged after what seemed like an eternity (of stripping, clipping and scissoring), pink and almost bare like a piglet save for my legs (the ‘furnishings’, they call it) and muzzle. it was weird without my nice wavy fur – my security blanket gone! but i couldn’t care less. i was tired, and all i wanted was a nap.

i climbed onto dad’s lap and dozed off, half draped over the armrest.