Happy Hairball Day!
Mar. 1st, 2011 06:14 pmRejoice, friends, for today marks the passing of an era - or, at least, a truly epic hairball.
See, Sylvie-the-Cat is an incredibly plush cat. Like, if you were to somehow Dr. Moreau the texture of rabbit fur to the denseness of, like, angels dancing on the head of a pin, you'd have Sylvie. The one time I saw her soaked with water, she shrank to half her size. She's not a fluffy cat like a Persian: more like a Chartreuse, or something, and she sheds like a mad bastard. I never used to be The Lady With the Cat Hair, despite having been a cat owner for over a decade: since getting Sylvie, I've invested in a lint brush for every room (and it still isn't enough: I wear a lot more white, now). Yet, despite all this, Sylvie had never had a hairball in the three years she's lived with me.
At least, not successfully.
( The same impulse that made you read that article on zit-popping is tempting you to peek beneath the cut. )
See, Sylvie-the-Cat is an incredibly plush cat. Like, if you were to somehow Dr. Moreau the texture of rabbit fur to the denseness of, like, angels dancing on the head of a pin, you'd have Sylvie. The one time I saw her soaked with water, she shrank to half her size. She's not a fluffy cat like a Persian: more like a Chartreuse, or something, and she sheds like a mad bastard. I never used to be The Lady With the Cat Hair, despite having been a cat owner for over a decade: since getting Sylvie, I've invested in a lint brush for every room (and it still isn't enough: I wear a lot more white, now). Yet, despite all this, Sylvie had never had a hairball in the three years she's lived with me.
At least, not successfully.
( The same impulse that made you read that article on zit-popping is tempting you to peek beneath the cut. )