The little one is quite possibly the cutest kitty, but I gotta tell ya, the long fur situation can sometimes get a bit stanky. She just spent 15 minutes in the litter box, followed by a couple of minutes running laps back and forth and patching out on the wood floors, then scootering while meowing loudly, and now she has just settled into my lap with that kitty-luv look in her eyes.
Which would all be fine except for the cartoon stink lines that are coming from the vicinity of her butt.
Excuse me while I don my chain mail gauntlets to begin the Trimming of the Pantaloons. This ain't gonna be pretty. There will be blood.
What happened to the idea of cats as self-cleaning?
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