I decided that, as I'd had my first ever haircut and looked nice and neat for once, my cat deserved one too. So she had perfectly even, expertly trimmed, 2cm long white whiskers, complete with my graduating them to mimic the shape of her white bits around the nose and deciding upon 2cm because it was just long enough for them to be seen against her black fur.
Cat was fine, albeit a little less confident going through gaps for a while. She also sat and let me carefully snip each whisker with the baby nail scissors, so as far as I was concerned, she wanted this haircut, too. Never did find out whether she had any plans for a holiday, though.
Certainly better/less damaging than my half brother's;
Telling 4 year old half sister that we were going to pretend to be superman and slide down the stairs on our fronts. He didn't tell me that I needed to make a turn at the end of the stairs, with the result that I slammed headfirst into the wall and was knocked out cold.
Chasing 4 year old half sister round the garden and as I reached the corner, pushing my head so I walloped it directly against the edge of the bricks. Not quite knocked out that time.
Got 4 year old half sister to come and see what he was doing around the side of the house. Sprayed me with lighter fuel and set me alight.
No, no SEN. But he had been neglected, abused, despised by our mother and his only protector, his father, died when he was 10 and I was about 6 months old. So he'd had 4 years of her knowing there was nobody to stop or question here about his multiple non accidental injuries by that point - whilst the new baby 'sister' was an adored little toy until she started arguing back and history repeated itself with her.