Ha! The title of this blog post might be the strangest one ever written! For clarification, one of our cats is named Tundra. She is what you might call plump, chubby, round or meaty. Ok, who am I kidding, she is all of those words combined. She started off as a sweet little kitten and over the last eleven years has grown into a massive ball of fur. Very thick fur. We jokingly call her "Ro-Tundra" because of her rotund girth. Because she is so large, and because her fur is so thick, she tends to get knots in her coat-- especially where she can't reach when she grooms herself. Thankfully, that girl loves a good brushing. When she hears me go to the laundry room and retrieve the comb and brush from the shelf, she comes running. I try to brush her once a week or every other week, but over the last month or so I had totally slacked off on my brushing duties and the poor cat had quite a few knots to undo. So last night the two of us sat on my bedroom floor as I combed and brushed and combed and brushed until her fur was soft and smooth and knot-free. Then I looked at the massive ball of cat hair that I had removed from her and was shocked because it was literally the size of a small kitten. I kid you not.
Tundra giving the kitten-sized-hairball her evil pet eye stare. Scary, huh?
I almost put it out in the yard because I thought some birds might use it to line their nests, but instead I opted for the trashcan.