17 December 2010

Heh heh, hair

 Beloved baby brother has just been given a kitten for Christmas by his wife. He is smitten with his itty bitty kitty.

Of course, it occurs to me that after years of enduring, and occasionally complaining about, the dog hair that is a permanent fixture in Rosieland, he's going to have pet hair to vacuum up himself.

It would be unfair of me to give an evil laugh, right?


  1. Laugh away.
    You have my permission.

    Sis is still whining about how much hair is wafting about her formerly pristine environs after taking in my eldest kitty. And she's already had to replace a mat, and doesn't know what to do about the wall-to-wall carpet with a bleached bile stain.

    Made my day.

  2. Oh, yeah, I still have Maine Coon hair on some stuff. Maine Coon never lived here!

  3. what an adorable kitty! Too bad I'm allergic... :)


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