Basil is a bit of a drama queen. He flounces, and sighs, and demands attention. He also is inclined to ham things up a bit, and isn’t above throwing himself on the floor with a flourish and if he doesn’t get the attention he requires, he’ll do it again. And again.
We clippered him yesterday –giving him a short back and sides. He didn’t like his new haircut, and whilst he enjoyed the attention whilst he was being clipped, he didn’t like the sensation of fresh air on his skin – and spent the night wandering around sighing. We woke up several times with either basil trying to get into the bed which is a vaguely terrifying experience – or loudly throwing himself on the floor. We got about 2 minutes sleep and whilst Ian and I are blearingly staring at our computer screens, Basil is enjoying a mid morning siesta.
It took about 2 hours to clipper Basil and I reckon that a couple of kilos of fur came off him.