by I just brushed him. Although this time was for his comfort, it’s been hot and humid, he’s a shed-monster and because of him I look like a crazy cat lady wherever I go.
Seriously, he’s a walking Twilight Zone episode. If I just think of him my clothes get covered in cat hair. No matter how much I brush him the brush comes away with great big wads of hair. His body is a never ending source. Sob.
