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Would someone care to enlighten me as to just how I have managed to get cat hair in my keyboard...at work?
*Carpet-sweeper. As fellow Izzard fans will know.
Whilst we're on the subject of felines, the scruffy little black one turned up -
( Which was nice. )
Now, I know the boy is of the intensely fluffy variety, and that sometimes, at home, it seems I don't so much vacuum/HOD-der-der-der-der* the carpet as comb it, but still...I was under the impression that I at least succeeded in dashing out of the door every morning looking vaguely presentable. Am I in fact labouring under a misapprehension here, and actually running merrily about in a Tribble-esque cloud of fur, perchance?
Whilst we're on the subject of felines, the scruffy little black one turned up -
( Which was nice. )
