Yes, Chewy got his annual "lion cut". We couldn't bear his mats and shedding any longer. The tumbleweed tufts of hair were getting out of control, and a person can only handle finding cat hair in their mouths so often.
Here's the 'before' shot so you know just what we were dealing with.
We might not have to go to such lengths if he would actually let us brush him, but since he doesn't, well... you get the idea. 
It does seem like we always end up getting around to his haircut when it's unusually cold out, but it's sure to heat up soon, and he doesn't have to go out unless he wants to.
And everyone asks if he minds his haircut, and we really don't think so. We stay with him while he is getting it, and I truly think the most traumatic part of the experience (for all of us) is the car ride to and from the barber. He'll be out walking the fences showing off his new 'do just as soon as the weather permits - maybe tomorrow.
I think he likes being able to feel being pet and loved on so much better.
Here he is enjoying a nice stretch. 
And he probably will be cuddled under a blanket, (and my arm) most of the night.
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