Sunday, 14 February 2010
Betty
About this time of year Betty starts moulting her winter coat and, because she won't let anyone near with a brush, it gets all tangled up in the places she can't reach. After a couple of weeks we can't take it any longer so we grab her and whilst one person holds her down kicking and screaming, the other snips off all the lugs with scissors.
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