Catly TMI

As I was sipping my balcony coffee this morning, The Siamese Menace began scratching his quarters with a hind leg. The way the sunlight was hitting him, there was a literal cloud of hair flying off his body and into the breeze (and subsequently into my coffee mug). It looked like a cartoon, what with the sheer quantity of hair foofing into the air in rhythm with his scratching.

I got the cat brush and went to work on both kitties. They don't like being brushed/combed/groomed at all, but I'm da man here so I make the rules. As someone else was saying a week or so ago, I ended up with enough fur to make a whole 'nother cat.

Inexcusable TMI: _{Cat dander is some seriously nauseating shit when you're pulling it out of a comb.}