Whiskers on Wednesday

Like any fool that has more pets than sense, I purchased a Furminator in an attempt to control some of the pet hair roaming through my house. When we got home Sunday, we had to vacuum the furniture before we could sit down, (in fact that ranked up there with cleaning the litter boxes) they turned our red couch grey and the olive chair was black. I don’t even have to discuss the dogs, as they both hate the furminator and won’t come near me when they see it in my hand; however, Jackie boy loves it. Jack is our fattest (and fluffiest) cat and the most sensitive about being touched. If I reach out for him, he will pull away, but if I am sitting still, he will come up and pat me with his paw telling me he wants loves. I was sitting on the floor paying cards last night, Jack did his normal patting routine for attention, and I petted him for a few minutes, noticed the Furminator sitting near at hand, and started using it on him. He loved it. He didn’t even mind when I ran it down his back in the wrong direction. I must have pulled a pound of hair off him and he enjoyed every second of it. Of course, this drove Onyx nuts, she can’t stand it when Jack receives attention she feels should be hers, so she proceeded to sit next to me and ignore us both. Therefore, when Jack finally was bored and moved on, I started on her. She hated the Furminator when we first purchased it and would not let anyone use it on her, but I guess watching Jack enjoy it made her think it was cool (cats are so human about some things) so let me use it on her. But Onyx decided that the best part was playing with the fur I had already removed and thought it was keen fun to bat it around, I guess it was very soft to play with.

Jill, of course, is such a b-cat, she would not let me go near her with the Furminator, she just glares at me.