What began as a day of normal cleaning quickly turned into a war against the cat hair.
I grew up in the country where animals live outside and if one got sick, well…we put it out of it’s misery and buried it in the Weeping Willow tree cemetary. We never had a pet in the house and now I know why.
We have only had the kittens for 10 days and today was a day of reckoning. I dusted and vacuumed little white hairs all day. The more I vacuumed the more the little white hairs flew. Right after lunch, I took a scientific poll (on Facebook, of course), and we all came to one solution: the fur had to go.
I sent Elli and Audrey to grab their kittens and I grabbed scissors and Thad’s hair trimmer (shhhh…). We cut and shaved for almost 2 hours and the poor cats are only half shaved. Audrey cried and said she would rather let Sunny go to the pound than have a bald cat. Elli laughed and agreed with me that Fluffer Nutter’s fur had to go. I guess that makes him just a Nutter now.
I have never laughed so hard while making the mess of a lifetime. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I shaved those cats in my kitchen. I literally have fur still settling on the counters in there and I have company coming in a few hours. I still have dinner to serve and dessert to make for Thad’s counseling session.
The stress of cleaning my house has turned into a project that I absolutely cannot fix before 7 tonight. The Lord has a funny sense of humor.
Welcome to my hairy life…literally.