I introduced Nichole to my new camera last weekend.
It was love at first sight.
She started by taking pictures of the most photographed cat in the world.
I could tell that only one of them was enjoying it.
But in order to find Fat Man (this is what she has renamed Thor*), she had to get creative.
Because of the fact that this feline is not a fan of small children (or thunderstorms, the UPS man, or any stranger that comes within 10 feet of the house), he quickly escapes to the safe confines under our bed, which has only 6 inches of clearance to access.
So she had to lie on her stomach and turn the camera upside down. She was a true photographer. I was so proud.
Besides holding a cache of 4,956 cat toys,
it also contains the equivalent of 398 pounds of fur,
which accumulates on a daily basis because he sheds more than anything I have ever encountered in my life.
Nichole says that in order to remove all of it, we would have to first remove the mattress and box spring (which weigh as much as a small car) and then use a rake to gather it all up before bringing in the vacuum cleaner (which he’s also deathly afraid of).
If there was ever a way to market the stuff, I think that I would make a fortune.
If not, I could always go with Rick’s alternative to deal with all the shedding: shave him. Not down to the skin, but at least the outer layer.
I’m not so sure about this idea. I remember once my oldest shaved her cat, and I also remember how I laughed when I saw it. The poor thing was so embarrassed (the cat, not my daughter).
Thor has enough issues the way it is. I don’t think we need to add anything else to the list.
*Yes, I know it used to be Twitchy, but that only applies when catnip is around.