I had two missions when I woke up this morning: 1) shave the cats, and 2) film the process on our new GoPro camera.
Sailing with our cats, Charlie (the “Polar Bear”) and Celia (the “Cow”), has meant putting up with two long-haired fur balls who puff up like sheep in cold weather and, as soon as it gets warm, shed their coats in messy clumps all over the inside of Hideaway and on whatever we’re wearing.
The only way I’ve found to prevent us and our boat from looking like we’ve all grown a heavy coat of chest hair — other than chase the cats around with a vacuum all day — is to shave them. It sounds crazy, I know. And, yes, shaving cats often leads to injury. But I swear it’s worth it. And I figure people shave their dogs, right? Why not cats?
Back when I shaved our cats in a miniscule Manhattan apartment, I had an easy time of it because I could trap Charlie and Celia in our tiny bathroom with just me and my clippers. I’d deflect Charlie’s swipes and hisses and buzz the cats each time they walked by until a full haircut was achieved. And when I was done, all the hair was confined to a small space, so I had it vacuumed up in minutes.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to accomplish the same task on the boat deck in the open air, where the cats could easily run away or claw me for trying to hold them still, so I tried to recreate our tiny New York bathroom on Hideaway by trapping the cats in the triangular space on our foredeck. Which made for an entertaining experiment, both for us and our raft-up boat buddies in Vero Beach.
Our new Wahl rechargeable clippers performed well enough (and, it turns out, will cut Ryan’s hair too), and the GoPro seemed to be working swimmingly, so it seemed our first video was well on its way to being entered into Sundance.
Except once I finished with Charlie and was half-way through shaving Celia, I realized that somehow the video hadn’t been recording. Doh. Classic novice move, I know. It reminds me of when I was a kid and my parents developed a roll of film from our trip to Washington D.C., only to find that half the photos were close-up shots of my mother’s right eye.
But I was still able to salvage some footage from the rest of the shaving process, which gave me something to work with as I began learning a little bit about video editing.
So here it is: Turf to Surf’s first video attempt.