by Ky mobile: “Where’s Waldo? A Morning of Cat Nails and Hide-and-Seek”

This morning started off like most—coffee in hand, gear in the truck, ready to make some pets look and feel their best. My first appointment of the day was at an apartment complex for a cat nail trim. Simple, right? Or so I thought.

I arrived a few minutes early and began looking for the right unit. The buildings had no numbers—seriously, none. They had apparently fallen off or worn away over time, and it didn’t look like maintenance was in any rush to replace them. I walked around for 15 minutes, hoping to spot a sign or clue. Finally, I called my client and asked where he was. He gave me the unit number (thanks!), but without numbers on the buildings, it was like playing Where’s Waldo with apartments.

I called again. No answer. Called a second time, and he finally picked up. I told him, “Hey man, I’m by the pool—I’ve been circling for a while. I’m not trying to be rude, but I can’t keep wandering around forever.”

That’s when he walks outside, casually waving. Turns out, I had walked around his building four times. He never mentioned he was upstairs—and to be honest, I didn’t even realize there was an upstairs.

We finally get inside, and I get set up to trim his cat’s nails. I open the carrier, and the cat pulls a Houdini—bolts right out. Now, instead of assisting, the owner decides to spectate while I chase his ninja-cat around the house for a solid 10–15 minutes. The cat was quick, but I was quicker. Eventually, I caught him, gave him a nice paw-dicure, and packed up.

As I’m heading back to my truck, the client waves and says, “I like your car!”

“Well,” I laughed, “at least that I can find.”

Sometimes, being a mobile groomer feels like part stylist, part detective. But hey, the cat’s nails are clipped, and that’s what matters.

Until next time,

—Ky 🐾