Fur Flyin'

Yikes and more yikes. Nanny Slave here. It is shedding time at Grandma Slave's and that means SEVEN meankitties worth of winter fluff floating about the house. We vacuum, sweep, and dust-bust daily; it makes no difference.

I wonder if humans can get hair lung, similar to the sad fate of coal miners with black lung? I swear I coughed up an actual hairball yesterday.

The Party Cats in particular have figured out how to shed on demand, usually when they invade my sleep space at night. I faithfully apply lip balm before bed, so I usually wake up with a reverse moustache of kitty pelt.

Again, yikes.

Sincerely,
Nanny Slave