When I saw the picture, I had this overwhelming urge to sing that song that was so popular back in the late 1950's:

"Pookey, Pookey, lend me your comb!"

But then I figured that any priceless, $5.00 cat did not need to have another trite fool asking for his comb.

I bet dozens of people ask this courageous survivor if they can borrow his comb everyday.

It must get very tiring.

So, Pookey, I will not ask to borrow your comb.

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http://nocatsallowed.blogspot.com/

(Part 2 of 4: I come out of surgery and before me see the image of Little Clyde Texaco, dead now for two years, asleep with Mickey Mouse).