Don’t fear the reaper Furminator

Behold the creepy results from less than 5 minutes of Jason brushing short-haired Sunny:

Largest fur tumbleweed in the world or a cute, headless kitten?

Here’s Sunny basking on the warm countertop and begging for attention.

Pet my giant fluffy belly. I command you. Fool, you are too late! I have now perished and am stricken with Back Paw Rigor Mortis.


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