Mammal Mondays: Hairy Ankles

I have a carefully crafted plan designed to launch me out the door in the morning with the smallest possible amount of pet hair on my clothes. Okay, so “launch” is an overly hopeful term, considering how desperately difficult I find mornings. Let’s just suffice it to say I have a morning plan to get…

Mammal Monday: Drooly Dude

Between the two furry boys who live with me in the Dollhouse, it would be reasonable to expect Sherman to be the drooler. Really, the slack boxer-style lips suggest that he’d be the goober monkey around here. Not true. Leroy is a lap cat. He will not take no for an answer. In fact, I…