Fighting off Frumpy

I shouldn't admit this in a public forum, but here it is: I devote approximately ten minutes per day, every  day, to lint-rolling my bed.  That's 70 minutes a week. 280 minutes a month. 3,360 minutes — that's 56 hours —per year. Fifty six hours that I spend hunched over my comforter, questioning my love for animals as I peel yet another spent sheet off the lint roller. Friends, that is more than an entire workweek at a full time job.  (And if you're wondering, yes I did have to use a calculator for all this ... and then I Googled "how many hours is 3360 minutes?" YOU'RE NOT HERE TO MARVEL AT MY MATH SKILLS, OK?) If you've been here for a while, or know me IRL, you know I'm a pet person — and you've been introduced to a lot of our animals in the 17 years (!!) that this blog has been in existence . Some of them are still around: namely our cats Nessa, whose first appearance here was way back in 2013 (I mean technically it was just a picture of ...