We spend a lot of time on the Catio, and since it's Summer (HOTS!) now Mommy hangs out there with us after dinner.
She usually starts off reading...
...but then she'll get the urge to groom us.
She sits on the concrete by the french doors and gives us a thorough combing.
The fur flies everywhere; that's what all the tufts on the carpet are.
We form a queue, waiting our turn.
Surprisingly, it's a fairly orderly operation. There's
virtually no spatting.
Because we all get a turn; Mommy doesn't stop until we say so.
Which is as it should be.
XX The Koiffed Kats XX