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hairball season

So twice in one week my darling Morcilla horked up massive hairballs (and their accompanying ick) all over the bed while I was out requiring emergency sheet washing. This has led to two new practices at Casa Azahar: daily malt & wet combing and closing my bedroom door when I’m not at home. AND WELL. The hardship, the indignity… you can literally see the sulk here. Her back to me (but not ears) and clearly punishing me by choosing to lie on cold hard paper (not the various soft options all around the living room). That’ll show me. Malt session below…

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