STAN

My cat Stan.  Just Stan.  It isn't short for anything cool (like Constantinople.  Which I then changed to Istanbul at the request of the Turkish government in the 1920's).
I adopted Stan in November 2010.  Do you remember that month?  We had record cold temperatures.  Stan was a feral cat living under my friend's porch.  He had a horrible wound on his neck and foot that wouldn't heal, and my friend was pretty sure Stan wouldn't make it through the 18 degree night.  SO he came to live with me.  I took him to the vet and got him all fixed up.  We found out that the reason he wasn't healing was because he has feline HIV.  He can transmit it to other cats - but everyone else is safe.  You can share a coke with him, shake his hand, even give him a kiss - without fear of infection.  Poor Stan.
Anyway - Stan and I recently moved to Ballard - which is a REALLY cool part of Seattle.  Everything was going ok until last week when he threw up a hairball the size of a small child's leg.  Gross.
SO... Stan needed to get a haircut.
I've attached a before and after picture.  What do you think?
I think he looks DAPPER!