I have a cat, Hermann. I used to have two cats, but Peter kicked the can about nine months ago. May he rest in peace.
Hermann’s a beautiful cat, very friendly, a little shy, but mostly just a cute, affectionate feline.
He’s also got a lot of hair. So much hair, in fact, that I would vacuum my house, then the next day the place would be covered again. Plus, Hermann would lick his fur, then he’d barf a nice pile of it on the carpet, or if I was lucky, the wood floor, all mixed with his kitty-food lunch.
Special food with hairball medicine, hairball paste, slappin’ him up side the head – nothing worked. So, yesterday, upon suggestion of the owner of my new independent pet food store, Buster’s Place in Pleasant Ridge, I got Hermann a haircut. Now, he’s half the cat he used to be. And ihe’s kind of funny lookin’ now.