All The Hair You Can Handle

When I met my fiancee, she had a cat. She still does, but now it's "our" cat. The cat is a Maine Coon, which means it is quite literally a walking mass of fluffy fur. In an attempt to manage all of that fur, my fiancee has purchased something called a Furminator. I am continually shocked at how effective this small metal comb with a plastic handle (retails for $51!) is at removing hair from a cat. My shock is mingled with an equal amount of disgust when I walk into our bathroom and encounter such a sight as this:

This is a regular occurence in our household. My initial disgust is usually muted by a curious strain of naked awe, as I marvel at the fur vessel and then feel an urge to check Wikipedia to determine whether cats can molt. 

On the bright side, I now have a pretty strong inclination as to where and how Uncle Louis obtained his toupee.