Mary’s blue period
Being someone who truly appreciates animals, both wild and domesticated, for what they are and what they have to teach us, I’ve never been one to condone the ridiculous practice of clothing one’s pets. The majority of people who do so, in my humble opinion, are anthropomorphisizing in a sad way, and generally using their animals as pseudo-people to make up for some lack in their lives and/or themselves. And I’m not the only one who thinks so, thank your-deity-of-choice.
However, be that as it may, recently we found ourselves crossing this line with Mary. Not for the reasons one would imagine, though – it was simply the least complex solution in order to stop our silly Siberian from over-grooming a wound. The Victorian collar option was out, as the wound was outside the area, meaning she could still reach it with her hind legs. We’d tried bandaging her paw, but that led to her toes becoming painfully sensitive for some reason.
As a last resort, we bought her a blue cat (or dog, more the humiliation…) shirt, tore off the very badly thought out sleeves – she could barely walk with them hampering her movement – and put the thing on over her collar. Needless to say, little Miss Fluff was very indignant about the whole thing, but it paid off in the long run (+/- 3 weeks, cringe) as her wound finally healed.
Adjustments around the collar area.
Final tweaks around the collar area.
Finally shirt is on...
And not even a solid under-shirt scratch...
... can stop Mary keeping her distance from the those shirty savages.
When outside for the first time, Mary checks to see if anyone is watching her misery.
And like many before her, uses grass to feel better.
Heading out into the cruel world.
Finally at rest, plotting her revenge.
