Yeti cat, it’s not your fault
This is Louie, also known as Louie Loustoferson, or—when he’s feeling a little sassy—Lou Lou Fabulous. I adopted him from the SPCA two years ago this spring. He was a stray, and it was a friend of mine and her husband who found him; whenever they’d step outside of their apartment, Louie would come running up to them and talk and talk until they gave him some food. Probably a good tactic, considering he had been declawed, and has no feline street smarts of which to speak.
He’s the most talkative cat I’ve ever known, and sheds about a pound of hair a week. Seriously. My mom and my sister thought I was making it up until he plunked down on my sister and left a sweater on her lap. Still, he’s also the most cuddly cat I’ve met, and needs to constantly be touching someone. In short, if he were a boyfriend, he would have been kicked to the curb long ago, but as a spontaneously shedding yeti of a cat, he and I get along just fine.