Well... while we're still avoiding going into stores and offices unless absolutely necessary, Top Hat had a long-scheduled grooming appointment at the vet's office, and the situation with her increasingly matted fur was getting kind of urgent.
So, we took her in and dropped her off for grooming, also taking along Huckleberry and Southmoon so we could get all three of them current on their normal kitty vaccinations - not so important if they remain indoors, but sometimes vermin manage to get in for them to chase, and by spring we're hoping to have the front porch screened in as a kitty playpen, and there'll surely be small critters getting in, possibly bearing pathogens.
Huckleberry was cooperative. Southmoon was Southmoon: as soon as she figured out what was up, she started growling and rattling her carrier (she was in the hard-case carrier). The vet tech broke out the sort of PPE I'd use to handle a large snapping turtle. Soon enough, 'twas done, and then there was the fun of getting the carrier closed around the beast.
On return home, the critters were back to normal, apart from Southmoon acting like Huckleberry didn't smell quite right and both of them seeming confused about what had become of their sister.
After lunch, we retrieved Top Hat, now with very short hair (and no nasty clumps). Southmoon doesn't quite recognize her, but I expect she'll figure it out in a few hours. She does look like an altogether different cat, but I'm sure we got the right one because her tail is bent in the same places.
(Song reference in title not linked, because Naughty. OK, here's a fairly safe summary.)
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