A Losing Battle

I am in the middle of my second summer with three furry roommates. I am also in the middle of a losing battle. The problem with having three cats is not that they fight all the time. The problem is that they shed, and shed, and shed some more. There is cat hair everywhere in this house. Ok, part of the problem is that I haven’t vacuumed in a week, but the bigger problem is that even after I vacuum, the cats walk around the house and make sure all of the locations I just finished cleaning are covered in hair again. I may be able to keep the house clean for three hours, four tops, before the hairy ones have made sure every room has at least 3.42 pounds of cat hair.

And why the heck aren’t these cats bald? The lose hair by the pound. I even comb these little bastards. But it seems that for all of the cat hair I comb, there is seven times as much that they have to shed.

I am also in a losing a battle with Loki. I comb him and comb him, which he hates, and still his fur becomes matted. Right now he has large clumps of matted fur all over, and I just cannot seem to help him get rid of it. It doesn’t help that when I try to comb him he bites me. His bite doesn’t break my skin, he bites just hard enough to tell me that he is very unhappy, which makes me very unhappy.

So, I am fighting two separate losing battles with cat hair. The vacuum is not much of an ally. And the claws and teeth that are my cat’s allies hurt me way more then the vacuum scares them.

And I am pretty sure that when I am done cleaning, the cats look at me and laugh. I have also come to the conclusion that the cats must be able to shed on command.

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