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blamebramptonThree things I have:
* A sofa with high arms.
* A lovely but naughty Monster cat who likes to sit on the arms and back of the sofa.
* Rather long hair.
Some of you will have guessed what happens next.
Mon often reaches out to bunt the back of my head and demand chin scratching. Sometimes she just leans her head against the back of mine and purrs at me, or leans out and clambers onto me for a cuddle. Tonight she was sitting behind me having a good old groom. Then I went to stand up. My hair was caught, I assumed she was sitting on some of it. Oh no.
She had swallowed 18 inches of a lock.
Cat digestive juices ... ew! Thank goodness it's hair washing night!
* A sofa with high arms.
* A lovely but naughty Monster cat who likes to sit on the arms and back of the sofa.
* Rather long hair.
Some of you will have guessed what happens next.
Mon often reaches out to bunt the back of my head and demand chin scratching. Sometimes she just leans her head against the back of mine and purrs at me, or leans out and clambers onto me for a cuddle. Tonight she was sitting behind me having a good old groom. Then I went to stand up. My hair was caught, I assumed she was sitting on some of it. Oh no.
She had swallowed 18 inches of a lock.
Cat digestive juices ... ew! Thank goodness it's hair washing night!
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Date: 2010-07-29 07:57 pm (UTC)Aren't the digestive juices a bit like peroxide? Are you sporting a bleached lock now?
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Date: 2010-07-30 12:07 pm (UTC)It was the weirdest sound, though ...