Hair, and more hair.

Well, finally I got my hair trimmed, had an inch cut off. If it was more than that, Roy would break up with me.
He says, "If you cut your hair I'll be very pissed. Tell her only THIS much", putting his hands up and a very little distance between the thumb and forefinger.
I said, "Why?"

"Because you're beautiful with long hair." And here I am, looking at my long frayed hair with so many split ends.
I said, "Does that mean I'm not beautiful if I get a little haircut?".
"I knew you were going to say that." MEN!
I went to the hair salon, finally found the one that I really like. I told the hairdresser, "Please only cut an inch, that's all. Or my boyfriend will kill me." She laughed and said, "All men are like that!" I got my hair a much needed deep conditioning, and it feels so soft, and healthy.

Every morning, Mocha greets Roy while he's putting his shoes on...in a way, it's a Daddy-Daughter moment. Her fur gets all over his black pants. "Ugh. Comb her will ya? Her hair is falling out everywhere." Hmm...I thought he likes girls hair long.
I brushed her as well as I can without having her bite my hands off, and boy her winter coat really came out. I have to brush her a couple more times. I hate the time when their (the cats) winter coat sheds.