Mr. Bear

I caught a bug last weekend. By bug, I don't mean a creepy crawly critter... nobody would say I wouldn't hurt a fly, because I totally vacuum up critters. (Squashing them makes me queasy). No, the bug I'm referring to is the kind that make us sick. I don't know if it was a virus or infection, but it laid me out all weekend. I went into work yesterday, but ended up leaving early. And this morning I woke up with a fever so after an internal war, called off and went back to bed. I fed the cat first of course.

Later Mr. Bear said "Meow!" and curled up next to me, purring. He's been so loving the last couple days. It's either because I'm sick or because I've stopped using the Furminator. He really hates that thing and I don't actually blame him. It a clipper blade with a handle on it. The teeth are sharp and metal and I've known since the day it arrived in the the mail that it's apparent effectiveness is a result of both shed hair removal and cutting hairs. (Which results in shorter hairs fall off him in rivers, shorter hairs being harder to remove.) Nevertheless it's pleasurable for me to use.

Feeling both outright sick and sick of the plumes of hair falling off of him, I said, "I just gave you a bath. You're getting Furminated."

After all of two minutes his sweetness vanished and he snarled at the Furminater, biting it. That lead me to YouTube videos of people Furminating their cats. I'd watched similar videos before forking out the thirty bucks for the tool. Then I had been looking at whether it worked. Now, I was looking at how people got their cats to hold still and the answer is they didn't. Video after video, I saw pet owner restraining their kitties to brush them.

"I'm sorry Mr. Bear," I said. Pets are forgiving so he said "meow," and jumped onto the sofa next to me. I pulled out the old wire type with plastic balls at the end of the wires to protect the kitties skin. He purred and purred and rubbed his cheeks against it. Unlike the Furminator, I didn't have to worry about ripping out a whisker or hurting him. (The Furminator is not safe are a pet's face.) Thirty minutes later Mr. Bear wasn't even close to being finished, though I was ready for a third nap. He joined me in the bedroom, and curled up next next to me. Around eight tonight my fever finally broke and now I feel much better so I thought I'd write a little something on my bog. He's currently warming my lap.