Cat\’s Eye View

My people where fur that they call clothes and take them off when they want to. I can’t take off my fur and so I hate summer.

Summer means badness: fleas (how do they get in my house to get me?), the windows are shut, the sun in bright when I’m trying to sleep, and it’s hot, oh so hot. It’s cooling off now, so Da thinks I might stop shedding soon. Ma laughed at him and said I never stop shedding.

I’m am officially, says so on my rabies certificate, an American medium hair cat. I’m not sure that designation even exists. I’ve seen other stuff for American short hairs and American long hairs, but not the medium hairs. Ma says it means I’m the mutt of the cat world.

What it also means is that I am slick furred with very long fluffy fur underneath and I shed all the times. When Da sweeps, he tells me there is enough fur for a spare kitty. When Ma brushes me each morning,  we have at least one handful of fur–two on hot days or if she uses my furminator, my cool purple brush.

Regardless, I shed all the time. i shed more if I get nervous or scared. I thought about asking Bastet or whoever the goddess of kitties is to let me have removeable fur like my people, but have you ever seen a hairless kitty. Too weird.

So instead, I would like to point out that it is early fall, so I’m not growing my winter coat just yet and the last of the summer shedding might be done….but a hot spell could mean more fur all over the floor. It’s not my fault…it’s just the joy of shedding.

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