It’s that time of year…the time of year hotly anticipated by all those in our home: Fisher’s haircut. At some point, his huge quantity of floof begins to come off in big wispy puffs. We can’t hold him without developing a phantom pelt. He and Killian work diligently to keep it all under control, but we start to find snakey, cacked-up hairballs all over the house. So he goes in for his annual lion cut, from which he emerges, sassy and emboldened.