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.
Dammit woman you are making my best suit look like the moths have been at it.
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.
|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....
|Go away and leave me alone!|