My human is always using the noise machine. She calls it the vacuum cleaner, but I don't see what it has to do with vacuums. It just makes lots of noise. She said it's my fault she uses it so much. She says I'm too fuzzy and I leave fur all over the apartment. She has to clean up my fur all the time.
I try to help. When the human has put clothes in the cupboard, I sit in on the strategically placed, folded clothes to minimise the spread of my fur.
But the human doesn't seem to appreciate that either. These humans are never happy.
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