I'm Living In Cat Hairball Hell....

I don't know about anyone else but I haven't been able to do much of anything here on Blogger the last several days. I managed to slip in a few comments, but when I tried to publish a post, they were *unavailable*. Over and over. So, I had time to do other more important things. Things like cleaning up all the cat hairball urps around the house. Trouble cat has had a rough spring and now, summer. I could make a huge blanket with the amount of hair that she has shed and it's been worse this year because we went from cold to cool to hot temperatures. Normally, she'd have a slower shedding process but this year is like Hairball Hell.

Trouble has never liked to be brushed and used to bite me when she was younger, if I tried. I've since learned that this cat likes to be brushed in *slow mo*, shall we say. You almost fall asleep while brushing her. She likes to be rubbed the same way. I think I already knew this, it was just lurking in the back of my mind. She's never liked any quick movements from anyone but her (of course). It's off-limits to the rest of us, right?


She actually allowed me to brush her for about 5 brushfulls of hair today, but I could have gotten way more, had she stayed still. I wasn't going to chase her down, right? It's like you know she wants it but she's a cat. Life is on her terms, and her terms only.


We once had a cat named *Pinky* (because he was, well... pink underneath all the orange and white tabby hair) who was most unique! He was the sweetest cat in the world and was never, even once in his life, anything but gentle. He was a big old lug and we all loved him well, for 19 years. Pinky was a glutton for affection, Doritos (his alias was The Dorito Bandito), the kids, the other cats, and ham (hence, his other alias The Ham Wort). He was quite a character and would play tug-of-war with our son and his pacifier when son was like a year old. Son would giggle for at least 30 minutes over that. It was hilarious. Pinky didn't care if the kids kids pulled his tail or dragged him around by an arm, he was always game. Pinky also didn't shed much, which made him an all around good guy.

As much as I loved Pinky, Trouble Cat has carved her own place permanently into our hearts, especially since she decided to allow us to start brushing her....


Crazy feline!