Showing posts with label spa day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spa day. Show all posts

Thursday, March 27, 2008

So how does this "Spa Day" thing work?



Perhaps feeling guilty about admonishing me yesterday, Carla suggested that maybe I have taken too much of the world's idiocy to heart and that I should schedule some "down time." She then gave me a little Swedish massage and told me to go do something fun. So I decided to surf on over to YouTube to see how other cats take a spa day.
  • I can assure you that manicures and pedicures are not a cat's idea of R&R, no matter how soothingly this lady talks. And when I saw her bring that tube out at the end of the video, I thought she was going to go on to brush her cat's teeth. To my relief, it turned out to be some sort of treat dispenser.
  • I usually find cat-on-cat action pretty distasteful, but this deep tissue masseuse could be pretty useful around here.
  • I have heard horror stories about cats kidnapped for the red light district. This poor cat was forced to perform shiatsu on a dog.
I've got sort of a David Lynch-ian taste in my mouth after the last one, so I think I'm gonna go find a windowsill and have a nap.