Look how they massacred my boy.

Because of his wound, Boopo had to wear one of the ridiculous satellite dish collars to keep him from pulling out his stitches. Unfortunately, this has also kept him from being able to clean himself. Add to this the unfortunate... digestive side effects... of some of the medicines he's been on and...

Icky fur.

So in an attempt to clean him up and also cool him down a bit (hard to be a long-haired cat in high humidity, high 80s weather), the vet shaved him down, with very funny (and slightly pitiful) results.

Pre-buzz


Post-buzz




I still think he's beautiful, but he does look like he's wearing a particularly tight-fitting pair of long johns.

Man, is he pissed off.

Choirs of angels sweetly sing:

Hardfloor - Da Stuff 1
(compilation of 12" I pulled of EMusic.com)

Various - Rekall's Extend (Parts 1-3)
(slams so hard there isn't time to cry)

Horace Andy - Dance Hall Style
(ruder than vous)

Abstract Audio Systems - Fadepoint
(more experimental weirdness from moi)

Einstürzende Neubauten - Strategies Against Architecture '80-'83
(this is gonna hurt you)