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No, I did not say that I have gas, I have grass. It is not marijuana either. It is ordinary grass that might be found on a lawn, golf course, pasture, whatever.

Why do I have grass? Good question, even if I made it up myself. We have 2 cats. Cats like to clean themselves and sometimes get hairballs. Grass or some hairball remedies help the animals to eliminate the hairballs so no harm can be caused.

I have, in the past, grown some grass in little containers in the house. Handy, but the grass only lasts a little while. What I do when the grass is growing outside is simply go out and pick some for the cats. I have tried hairball medicine and have gotten tired of being clawed because the furry person being fed the hairball medicine does NOT like the taste. At least the grass can be sprinkled on top of the food, it gets eaten, and the hairball gets eliminated. In the past we have had cats who liked the taste of the hairball medicine, but the ones we have now - NO WAY. So, to avoid claws, pain, scars and all that sort of stuff, I pick grass. It works, there is no pain involved thankfully. All I have to do is get to it before the mowers come by.

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My cat is in love with my hairbrush. Since felines clean themselves so much, they get buildups of hair in their systems. These balls of hair cause trouble in their digestive systems.

There are many types of medications available to help cats, rabbits, and dogs get the hairballs out or pass them through. Unfortunately, some cats don’t like those medications, so other ways need to be found to deal with the hair problem.

What I started to do is brush our cats with a regular hairbrush to remove excess hair. It works nicely. Sometimes it’s hard to brush down our cats when they want to see what is being done. It comes down to brushing as fast as I can, while the cat dances around craning her head to see. Our black cat with long silking hair dances. Our white cat has found another way to handle the brushing. She will lay on my lap and purr nicely. Then, when she knows I least expect it, she swipes at the brush, grabs it out of my hands and proceeds to purr louder and rub her face and chin all over the brush while she holds it.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was in love with my brush. Can’t get the brush back either until she’s done with it.

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