I have created a little wet-combing monster. Have to admit that since I first discovered wet combing a few years ago (thanks to FB pal Nancy in Paris) I’ve become a bit lax with regular combings in summer. That was until last month when Morcilla horked up two massive hairballs (and accompanying ick) all over my bed twice in one week. This led to DAILY wet combing and malt twice a week and… can I tell you? It has become such a routine that now I’m not allowed to not do it. At first I would wet comb Morcilla around noon, because if I am going to go out it is usually shortly after that. Initially she looked decidedly put out with me rousting her from her favourite spot on my bed pillows (the big ones up against the wall, not the ones I sleep on) but once I got going she clearly enjoyed it.

Then one day when I wasn’t going out I lost track of time doing something or other on the computer and suddenly there was Morcilla doing the meowing equivalent of WTAF?? I checked and it was about an hour after the usual combing time and omg it totally cracked me up. Then she jumped up on the office table giving me THAT look until I got the comb, ran it under the tap, and got to work. And it’s been like this ever since. If I ever slip up, miss the appointed hour, Morcilla lets me know about it. Cats sure do love their routines.

Below is what I get off her EVERY DAY (and she’s tiny). Since starting the daily routine Morcilla hasn’t had a hairball (fingers crossed) but it still feels prudent to keep her out of my bedroom when I’m not home. What about Luna you ask? Well not only does Luna detest the combing (but loves the malt) I have never known her to hork up a hairball. I have no idea why. Could be that she’s not an obsessive groomer like Morcilla? No idea.