Grossed Out!

It finally happened, after x-plus years of embeddedness w/ cats... Yesterday afternoon, Banshee moved into a spot of sunlight on the living room carpet, and rubbed her right paw back and forth. Not suprisingly (no vacuuming in 3 - 4ish weeks) she came up with a pawful of cat fur, which she promptly ate. The human is going, No, no sweetheart, don't do that, that's bad for you, but, because this is Banshee, she's afraid to intervene too stridently for fear of triggering an asthma attack. So, while the human moans and begs, Banshee proceeds to gobble up several more pawfuls of fur and dust and Lord-only-knows what else. Truly gack! Hairball meds, here we come!