It’s the shedding season.
Junior cat Adelaide doesn’t lose much hair. She runs and hides when she sees me with the brush.
Senior cat Ada sheds, and sheds, and sheds.
She loves to be brushed. Unlike her "sister", she runs towards me when she sees me with brush in hand.
She mews and purrs as I brush her.
The brush gets filled with clumps of black cat hair.
I throw it out onto the grass from my back door.
The crows land, then take off with huge clumps of cat hair in their beaks to build their nests!