When I saw this little guy (or gal) sporting a faux hawk, I had to take a photo and I thought it was interesting enough to share, even though this picture clearly shows how horrifyingly rotten my deck railing is. But don’t look at that. Check out the faux hawk! In all my years of squirrel watching, I’ve never noticed this particular shedding pattern. I think it reminds me of Eddie Munster, but I’ve dreamed of this squirrel twice so maybe there’s another association trying to break through the fog in my brain. I asked Don and he said it reminds him of Rutger Hauer from Blade Runner. Does it remind you of anyone?
Scooby has also settled into an amusing stage of shedding. He lost his big fluffy cheeks and fluffy neck but still has the fluff on his body, so he now appears to have a huge, fluffy body and a tiny head. This has earned him the nickname of Pinhead Boo. (He’s Scooby Boo, not Scooby Doo.) He’s not amused by our amusement.
I’ve been trying to get a photo that shows Boo’s disproportionate shape but I think he’s onto me because he’s been extra uncooperative about being a photo subject. I did find an old “fat” picture of him though. It’s a terrible picture but, well, you’ll see.
Poor Boo. I laugh every time I see this photo. I also have to marvel at how much he’s changed. He’s so sweet now! That hateful glare was pretty normal for him until just a few years ago. It took me nearly ten years to win his heart.
Unlike Scooby, Smarty is weathering shedding season with his dignity intact. It’s the rest of us that are suffering. His blond hair floats everywhere and sticks to everything. It will be a miracle if my poor vacuum makes it through the summer.
The one I feel sorry for is Trouble. He doesn’t seem to shed at all anymore and he’s really, really woolly. Yesterday, while the other animals were soaking up the sunshine, he hid out in the shade. I try to brush him but he usually bites me after two or three passes through his wooliness.
This is how he often appears: a featureless black shape lurking in the shadows. He’s changed over the years too. He’s become a psycho scaredy cat. His biggest fear is Don. He snuggles with Don on the couch and sleeps between us every night but, when Don is up and moving around, Trouble comes unglued. I leave one of the drawers in my office pulled out so he has a place to hide.
Since I’ve gotten totally off the topic of shedding anyway, I’m going to through in a photo of my mother-in-law’s cat, Dusty, who is shedding just fine but is a really pretty boy who posed very nicely for me when we were there last weekend.
Unfortunately, his sweet looks are not to be trusted. He was sweet to me but attacked my mother-in-law about five seconds after this photo. I’m hoping that, like Scooby, he mellows as he gets older.
After this ramble, I’m starting to think I should just make it a regular thing: Unfocused Friday!