Yeah, I'm writing about our cats again. Deal with it, or move along.
One of our delightful little feline bundles of joy is called Fluffy Puff. Partly after Homestar Runner's favorite marshmallows, but also because she produces fluff at an astonishing rate.
For example, this fluffball was created one afternoon, when Karen brushed the cat until no more fur came loose. That's a three-inch-long clothespin in the picture, just to give a sense of scale. Less than two hours later, Karen brushed Fluffy Puff again, and made another ball. Slightly smaller, admittedly, but she generated that much extra fur in under two hours.
She has to be brushed frequently. Otherwise, when she grooms herself, she'll make her own fluff balls — gathering the loose fur up next to her in a neat pile — and then, when she's finished grooming, she'll eat the fur. Which, naturally, leads to less-than-pleasant results.
She knows we don't want her to eat the fur. If we interrupt her during a grooming cycle, she'll try to hide the evidence, cramming it frantically into her mouth like the eponymous dog in the animated short "Fluffy", and try to evade capture long enough to gulp it down.
All of our cats are a little strange. I think she's probably the weirdest.