Yeah, yeah, it's a crappy picture. So sue me. It's harder to take photos of cats. For starters, they don't respond when you say their name.
Banzai is a three-year-old Bombay with an astonishing lack of personality. My family has had cats my entire life -- Banzai is my second cat since I've been living on my own -- and I have never known a cat to be so boring. His only interests in life are food, food, and food. Also he likes being outside -- not to explore, or to kill baby rabbits, oh no! No, he just sits there, watching everything. The toy in the photo above is the only toy he will ever play with, and that's only because it's one of the ones with a little pocket for treats.
I knew, almost as soon as I saw her photo online, that Lola was my dog. My only concern was how she felt about felines -- because if she hated cats, that would be a deal-breaker. I needn't have worried. It's been three weeks now, and they both ignore each other 100%. Occasionally one of them might sniff the other. But they pretty much each treat the other like a piece of not particularly interesting furniture that just happens to move around on four legs from time to time.
Recently I've had two problems with Banzai:
1) I have, of course, been feeling incredibly guilty about neglecting Banzai the past few weeks. It's not that I've been ignoring him. But he never demands attention or affection, and I've been very busy being enthusiastically ecstatic about Lola.
2) Now that I have a white dog that doesn't shed, I'm becoming more and more annoyed about having a black cat that does shed. Stupid hair everywhere.
The solution to both these problems, obviously, is the Furminator. I can stop the shedding AND spend quality time with the cat!
I've been meaning to get one for a while, but it's difficult to justify spending so much on a cat brush. But then dooce got one and sang its praises to high heaven. And if that wasn't enough, Daily Coyote thinks they're fantastic too. So today, after the visit to the vet, Lola and I stopped off at our local pet store and bought one. And a cat toy. And treats. And a dog toy. Once I step inside a pet store, all considerations of rational budgeting cease to exist.
Banzai wasn't necessarily thrilled about the whole Furminator experience. He endured it, and tried to get away about once every sixty seconds, but I'm so much in the Cesar Millan pack-leader mindset that I made him stay with me, made him lie down, and gave him lots of praise. After all, it looks like it should feel good, so hopefully he'll start to enjoy it.
As far as the shedding goes -- folks, I don't know what to say. You can find many, many people online, giving such fervent testimonials that you start to think they're spending hours each day sucking the Furminator's cock (supposing it had one). All I can say is, they're not exaggerating. You cannot exaggerate about this product. This is one of the coolest things I have ever seen.
That's what I got after perhaps fifteen minutes, which was as much as Banzai would let me do today. I love how the undercoat comes out in clumps. I love how Banzai's undercoat is dark at the roots but goes to almost white at the tips. I love how soft it is.
Because I'm me, I immediately ran a google search, which led me to this website. After all, why should such beautiful fine soft hair just go in the trash?
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