I’m drowning in hairballs!
I SWEAR, everytime I turn around, I’m stepping on another cold, slimy pile of yacked-up hair! Yes, I KNOW I own 5 cats, but come on! It never was this bad before! It seems like every freakin’ day if it’s not Pippa, then it’s Twinkle, if it’s not Twinkle, then it’s Cadillac! Why is there so much yacking going on? And WHY did Cadillac have to yack in my shoe? My relatively new, $50, nice shoe? Why couldn’t he have picked one of my old tennis shoes? I mean really! I TOLD them never to barf in my shoes again!
And if they’re not having problems with one end, they’re having problems with the other! I keep finding cling nuggets all over the place as well. Olli, the spazkitty, will get out of the litterbox, realize he’s got a clingon, and then sprint through the house like he’s been shot from a cannon, causing the nugget to go hurling through space and bounce around before falling to the floor. Then Pippa comes downstairs, does that little “take two steps, sit down, take a step, sit down” walk, that means she’s got a cling nugget. So I take her upstairs, and shut us up in the bathroom. Sure enough, she’s got a clinger. And OF COURSE, because she’s a long-haired cat, and she sat down a couple times, her butt hair has kindof woven itself into the nugget a little bit. So I call my husband in to hold her, and Pippa starts fussing and bitching, then she starts to pee! There’s a reason her nickname is “Bitcha”! So I leave her in the bathroom to settle down for a few minutes, then go in there with a wet rag and pull the nugget out amid much screaming on her part. When I open the bathroom door, three of the cats are standing there with huge scared eyes, wondering what I’m doing to Pippa.
Damn you hairballs! You go to hell and you die! I swear, I’m about to get out my bottle of Nair and put it on the cats, or at least partially shave them-especially their butts! Anything to stop the goddamn hairballs. The cats we had when I was a kid would throw up these nice, neat somewhat-dry pods of hair that were easy to dispose of. Of course, the cats I have now have to walk around the house leaving little piles of spittle behind them.
Ah well, another day, another 3,000 hairballs to clean up.