Eamon, so happy that he got his own scissors for Christmas came to me one night with a fist full of hair while I was making dinner, saying: "Mommy, do you think this hair is from the cat??" Assuming he'd found a dust bunny or actually cut hair off the cat, I said, distracted: "Um, yeah, I do, Eamon." "Nope, it's mine!" Little Bugger.
Good thing he didn't give Clara a trim too because she apparently doesn't even have enough fur to stay warm and comfy without three pillows and a blanket to help out.
Eamon, so happy that he got his own scissors for Christmas came to me one night with a fist full of hair while I was making dinner, saying: "Mommy, do you think this hair is from the cat??" Assuming he'd found a dust bunny or actually cut hair off the cat, I said, distracted: "Um, yeah, I do, Eamon." "Nope, it's mine!" Little Bugger.
Good thing he didn't give Clara a trim too because she apparently doesn't even have enough fur to stay warm and comfy without three pillows and a blanket to help out.
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