The Furminator came. And there was much furminating.
Bits of Jeff floated through the air like snowflakes.
Jeff laid in their midst, oblivious. He didn’t need those bits anyway.
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Is your pet prepared for an earthquake?
Will you be my Valentine, Jeff?
LOVE the Fursplosion-both Molly and Sabra swear by the Furminator.
Accept no substitutes.
Ah, the coming of spring! Nothing says the approach of warmer weather like a Furminator session outdoors.
dang! I have to do this in my house with the long hair cat!
El Jefe! You look as magnificent as always. May your snowflakes of fur scatter across the land, driving fear into every gopher.
airborne fuzzy jeffy seeds…