Monty has recently read to me some journals all dealing with a moult we all seem to be suffering from. I think this is an understatement and I am appealling to all buns and their staff to come up with a plan to stop this dreadful shedding from continuing. My mum is having to vacuum everyday and then get down on her hands and knees twice a day to de-fluff the lounge rug. I am then unceremoniously co-erced outside for a "rubbin". This entails mum voraciously rubbing me up the wrong way as fast as she can. Whilst I admit I find this pleasureable, it is probably not a sight for the neighbours to see me with my legs akimbo, my tail up against my back and all me looking like a puff ball. This in preference to chasing me around the house with the shedding comb which I do not like and will only JUST accept if done intermittantly with enormous quantities of treats.

I hate to admit it but my mum even put the hoover on me this evening! How humiliating! Woe is me!


Hardly looking my Beautiful self but just to show my suffrage


ps. Mum has told me to stop complaining as they are the ones who have injested enough fur to stuff a duvet! Monty is keeping very quiet but has mysteriously cut down on his grooming duties of late muttering constantly about fur-tongue.