You know, it used to be Jenni’s problem. And it usually involved humans.
When we were younger, people LOVED Jenni’s hair. It was long, thick, and BLONDE. People would honestly migrate toward it, as if it had its own gravitational pull. I distinctly remember eating at a seafood restaurant in PCB and my mother having to politely tell a waitress to stop playing with Jenni’s hair so the poor child could eat.
And if you’ve MET Jenni, you know that she has a slight aversion to people anyway. Them touching her hair was NOT welcome.
But I’ve recently joined the ranks of people who need to mess with my hair. No, I take that back; my fans are not PEOPLE. They’re animals. Yes, we could all make jokes (and I’ll join in, make no doubt) about my hair being a rat’s nest or a bird’s nest or whatever, but Bryan’s cats HONESTLY try to curl up in my hair.
And you know my hair. It is not long enough to create a bed for any animal.
The worst is Shelby, the deaf cat. She’s EXTREMELY moody and hates most people, but she took an instant liking to me. (Great.. the non-cat person attracts the non-people cat.) She has the most ANNOYING habit of eating my hair. Yes, you read that right; feel free to scan back over it. SHE EATS MY HAIR. And she’s so incredibly sneaky about doing it; every time I yell for Bryan to “LOOK!! SHE’S EATING MY HEAD AGAIN!!”, she stops and gives him those Puss-in-Boots eyes.
But I know.
So last night was the first night the cats were in the house. To keep things quiet enough for us to sleep (because it’s all about us, you know), we kept the cats in with us in the bedroom, and the dogs stayed in the back of the house. Shelby and the other cat, Friday, fought over who could sleep in my hair. All night. And yes, when it was Shelby’s turn, the little noise of a cat munching on curly hair could be distinctly heard.
So tonight, the cats must fend for themselves. Away from my head.
