The Adventures of Taro: Taro the Discontented

Summer in Southern California can be a brutal beast to endure - especially for those wearing permanently attached fur coats. And in the sweltering heat, even the most luxurious, silky of long-haired fur coats can become an almost unbearable burden.

Some can take solace in the coolness of temperature-controlled environments, but not all are so fortunate. And so must these poor souls endure the indignity of such things as baths, noisy fans, and even the occasional trimming.

Occasionally, more drastic measures are called for. These measures are rarely met with approval by those of the four-furred-feet nature, despite the obvious relief brought about by employing them, in the light of the overbearing sun.

And thus it is that with displeasure does our feline overlord Taro pace the borders of his realm. Bereft of his proud mantle and lordly mein, the mark of his pride in utter tatters, he goes about clad in only the barest vestiges of his former glory. His discontented ire is made known in a clear and loud manner, as he demands such signs of tribute as extra feedings and water hand-delivered in a clear, crystal decanter.

Still, all indications seem to confirm the lion cut has made him feel much cooler. Except for his temper. Ah well...