Fur falls out.
Oranges fall out of trees.
Stuff falls out of pockets (especially if the pockets belong to kids)
Nuclear explosions have fall-out (Ì wonder if the hyphen makes a difference)
Teeth fall out (although I suspect the process is not as painless as the description of it)
Hair falling out appears to be painless - at least in the physical sense.
F and I have fallen out. It might be more accurate to say I have fallen out of love with her.
F discovered that I have been harbouring a few dreadlocks - which circles me back to 'fur falls out'. Sometimes it doesn't fall all the way out and gets a bit enmeshed or felted into the fur that's still attached and before long you find yourself humming along to Bob Marley.
F's contribution to laundry duty involves brushing my best suit, but she has discovered that the brush (which is wire and designed to drag out loose fur) has a tendency to skate over the surface of my rather dense coat, so that in places the dreads remain hidden underneath. The dreads were uncovered in a sneaky investigative petting while I was lying on my back enjoying the effects of my weed.
Scissors.
Dammit woman you are making my best suit look like the moths have been at it.
I squirmed.
I even made a noise.
Out came a comb. She has never used one of those before, and boy does it remove fur. That's quite impressive, or would be if it didn't snag on more concealed tiny matty dreads.
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| A small quantity of surplus-to-requirements fur |
The trouble with F is that once she starts something she regards as a 'job' she seems to think it needs finishing all in the same span of attention. My span of attention is way shorter than her determination to finish.
We fell out.
At least the cutting and combing went on hold, but it only meant she sneaked up on me every time I took a nap.
After two days of this torture a comb will run through my fur from nose to tail, I'm about a pound and a half lighter and the waste paper bin under her desk is stuffed full of fur. We should send it to Boud (fieldfen blogspot) for string making.
We might be friends again by Monday....but it will require chicken....
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| Go away and leave me alone! |
Hari Om
ReplyDeleteCrikey mate, I wouldn't be too resistant to ~F's attentions if she is wielding scissors. Them things can do damage. Them's got pointy snouts and unforgiving jaws. ...what am I saying. You felines has dose sharpie snaggly tools to retaliate... I just hope this falling out does not result in harms to either party. May detente return long before Monday. Hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xxx
Scissors with blunt ends - and she only cuts the felted fur lumps in half (not next to my skin) and then sort of frays out the remaining bit - that is where the combing comes in. I have to say I am more comfortable without them, the felted bits kind of pull at my skin and make me irritable. Fz & Pz Mr T (Note from F - irritable in Mr T is 'scowly'. Direct action is something he has never employed regardless of the provocation.)
DeleteFunny you should mention my adventures in thread I've spun and woven kitty fur. But it's very hard because it has a lot of static electricity that keeps stopping it. You kitty folk are hot stuff!
ReplyDeleteF has contemplated trying to spin my combings, but read somewhere that it only really works if you card the fur into some wool, and spin the blend. She has got some knitted possum fur gloves though (we have never looked to see if they also have wool base). Maybe we should have tried making fur-felt out of the combings - Akubra hats are traditionally made out of furfelt (from rabbits we understand).
DeleteSounds very traumatic. But I bet you feel much better now. And think how much cooler you’ll be.
ReplyDeleteYes chicken definitely will help you both get over this ordeal
I do feel much better thank you Angela, but cats aren't good at connecting cause and effect - so I probably don't attribute feeling better to having been subjected to trauma.
DeleteI see Boud has mentioned the cat fur thread she has mad….I had a friend who attempted it. Decided ‘longhairs’ were better than ‘short’ and it didn’t matter if the donor was a pedigree or a moggy! Stuffing a pillow would take care of ‘what should I do with all of this’
ReplyDeleteIt usually goes into the compost - a little bit of me will be making the flowers bloom even after I leave.
DeleteOh dear Tigger, what an experience! But I'm sure F is right and you really needed this attention so you didn't have to be shaved completely to get rid of all those dreads. Make up soon, she loves you really :)
ReplyDeleteYou are right of course - I was threatened with the clippers but didn't want to look like a Poodle
DeleteI must say all this drama that was also traumatic, has left your furs looking fantastic in the last photo of you still pouting while you nap. I think the compost is the best way to go with that furs. This is the price you pay for all the rides you get to go on and for being treated like royalty and fed like royalty and the wonderful life you live. Just Sayin
ReplyDeleteChicken and plenty of it, I think.
ReplyDeleteAnd what's wrong with looking like Bob Marley anyway?
Toodle-oo!
Nobby.
Nothin wrong with lookin like Bob Marley if you're Bob Marley. It's not a good look on old felines and it's uncomfortable truth be known. I'm much happier without them.
DeleteI like the plant in the background though, I have the same one but a different variety. Luckily we don't need to brush Bruno or Mr Cat, I can't imagine them being very happy about it.
ReplyDeleteLoved this post. Polly has some lumps of fur but is vicious to any human who dares to get near her rear end,I am going to need a strong pair of hands to help me remove them. She is 15 and maybe not giving as much attention to cleaning as she did.
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Briony the willingness to attend is still there, but like maturing humans, the ability to reach diminishes with age. (And they are uncomfortable, but we cats aren't great at connecting your 'help' with our relief.) Good luck convincing Polly that it is for her own good. xxx Mr T
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