I did not actually shave Spoon Avocado.
The post was an April Fools’ Day prank.
The naked cat pictured is actually a sphinx cat named Harlan, who belongs to my dear friends Lon and Shelley. He was not shaved, either. He just doesn’t have fur.
[In reality, I’m doing fine allergy-wise as long as I keep honest with my ceterizine and my allergen-free-zone bedroom (isolated with both kitty-non-admittance and changing clothes to clean and cat-hair-free outfits before I enter). SpAv is doing well hairball-wise with a combination of near-daily brushing and anti-hairball kitty treats.]
But oh, man! The responses! From my mom, from various concerned readers all expressing…a certain confused and carefully non-judgmental support for my “actions”….
First prize goes to my dad, whose hilariousness is tragically unsuitable for the more *ahem* polite corners of the interwebzes.
Second prize to my mom, who I guarantee that up until this moment, was trying to figure out how to politely say “Have you lost your !@#$ing mind?!” while scraping the corners of her credulousness to give me any benefit of the doubt she could possibly muster. (She may or may not have asked any cat-owning friends of hers whether or not this was a defensible action on my part…if so, I declare absolute victory over April Fools’ Day.)
Third prize to my cousin Julie and her awesome fiance, who thought it was a hilarious solution to the problem EVEN WHEN THEY THOUGHT I HAD SERIOUSLY DONE IT.
Fourth prize to Mary Robinette Kowal and Katie for actually figuring out that it was a prank. Lon gets points because it was his cat and therefore he was in on the joke. Mary also gets extra points because, let’s face it: her blog-based April Fools’ Day pranks set a bar so high you just have to reach for it.
My brother’s response?
I don’t know if he’s seen this yet. I gave an extra day so he had the best chance of actually catching it before the reveal. But not every arrow hits the intended target, I guess. 😀
SpAv, on the other hand, is not amused with how much you all have delighted me. When I laugh too hard, my stomach becomes unsuitable for a kitty bed. She just stalked off and is giving me an incredibly dirty look. But I think she can deal.