Yeah, as we've already established, the damn moggies rule my life.
So for the past few days my gatos have been filling up my apartment with prodigious amounts of shedded fur. I typically blame Milan (AKA "The Fluffy One" or "Little Fluffy") because he is the one with a luxuriant, fluffy coat. Lennybruce is a much more svelte guy with a coat that is short and to the point. Milan has what I call "fluffy britches" on his hind legs that he hates for me to pet. Anyway, that reminds me that I have to buy some more Miele vacuum bags because I've filled most of mine up with kittyfur.
Every day that I've come home there has been a ridiculous hairball in the living room. Always on the carpet right next to the linoleum. Since the only one I've heard hacking has been the sweet Milan, I always figured that he was the miscreant with the tummy full of fur. Not so! I came home today to find Lennybruce wrestling with a hairball demon of his own. I immediately got a paper plate (I always cut it in half and find it to be very handy for cleaning up) and my bottle of Nature's Miracle and a fistful of paper towels. Nothin' like a hairball straight outta the cat (gaaaaag). >:(
The little boys hate the Hairball Remedy, they HATE IT TO HELL. I always feel terrible about putting it on their coats, but they run whenever they see the tube. I imagine that it must feel like getting slathered with sewage, because they always run fiercely, look terribly embarrassed, and hide for a long time afterwards.