I am lucky enough to be the guardian of the feline George Clooney: My long-hair Siamese mix was born a poor stray under a warehouse and has grown into an impossibly handsome and regal cat. Seriously, he’s crazy good-looking.
My other cat, Francis, has a cleft lip, a perpetually runny eye, and a great personality.
Both of them, but especially the beautiful Atlas, have thick, luxurious coats and demand lots and lots of petting, provided that it coincides with their schedules, moods, and locations.
What this means is that we live among drifts of cat hair. It collects between our fingers when we pet, it floats in the air like pollen, and it mats on furniture, throw blankets, clothes, and bedspreads.
I know, kind of gross. Except that at some point somebody (I forget now who that angel was) told me about the ChomChom Pet Hair Remover, and it changed everything.
