Hairy Cats

What can I say -- Kasey and I are made out of hair. We prefer to think of it as fur, but whatever you want to call it, She was at war against it today. Beside my brushing, I have a few little hairs on the furniture and in various places here and there. She got a gadget from the store that is supposed to pick up those stray little hairs. It is not a thing that makes noise, because She knows we don't like that. It is a couple of rollers that are made of something that is supposed to grab the hairs and deposit them in a container on top of the rolls. After awhile, it got so full of hair that it wouldn't work any more, and there was still more hair. Kasey and I were laughing at Her while She brushed the chair with the full gadget, and the hair rolled up in wads and She had to pick it up with Her hands.She brought it over to where I was waiting, and She tried to show it to me. See all this hair, Cofs, She said. I may just have to make a new cat out of this. That made me run away. I guess She was sad because we laughed at Her.
Well, The fish was delicious. I don't know what She is planning for tonight, but I guess it won't be fish. That's the trouble with humans. They don't eat enough fish. Since I am already in trouble because of all the hair and the laughing, I think I'll lie low and not complain. I'll see what the dinner-genie decides. TTYL.