Monday, October 24, 2011

Day 55 - Blissed Out Mao

When the weather heats up Alfred moults like a mo-fo.
You pick him up for a cuddle and you put him down with half his fur attached to your clothing.
To combat this The Husband (mostly) or I (rarely) comb Alfred every day.
And Alfred loves it!
It's like cat crack.
And when we come home he maos at us until someone gives him his fix.
So we do.
We are such enablers.


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