The Softer Side of Ultrarunning
(anything beyond 26 miles)
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Cats...Now I Can Die a Happy Man
[photo credit Mister Tristan--the 4-year-old human being, not the blog]
Well, my life is now complete--bucket list all checked off-- and I can indeed die a happy man.
I have run the sweeper on a cat.
Lest you think this was child cat abuse, Sammy is 17 years old and deaf as a stump. Without the sweeper noise, he actually liked the brushing. He is shedding fur like a maple tree drops leaves in October, and I figured I might as well address the problem at the source.