I was looking at Tubby the other night when I realized his fur was looking a little long and unkempt. He hates being brushed. I’m not sure why – he HAS to feel better afterward – but he cries and complains and tries to get away as soon as I pull out the brush.
The result speaks for itself, though:
ONE cat! Can you believe it? And I probably could have gotten another bunch that big out of him if I hadn’t let him go. Frou had gotten a good brushing not too long before from Aaron, so she was spared the ‘torture’.
Then, when I brushed Sammie last night, I focused on the area near her butt (for whatever reason, she sheds more there than she does from the rest of her body), and from just a few minutes, pulled out a chunk of hair about half the size pictured. When we went outside a few minutes later, I was STILL pulling hair out just from petting her!
No wonder our vacuum fills up every week with hair.