Product of the Month: DELOMO Pet Hair Remover

My guess is that most of you have forgotten that I adopted a cat during the pandemic. He had been abused, and nobody wanted him, so I, in my cat owning ignorance, took him home one day with no clue as to what to do. Here we are, nearly 3 years later, Stanley turned four at the beginning of July, and I don’t know what I would do without him. He’s still skittish, he still won’t let me pick him up, but he is a champion snuggler. He also has a lot of hair.

 

No one told me that I was going to end up with tumbleweeds of cat hair in my house. Not just tumbleweeds, but cat hair wafting through the air. It was shocking to me. I had only previously owned dogs, toy poodles to be exact, who didn’t shed. This just blew my mind. I seriously considered buying stock in one of those companies that make lint rollers because I was buying so many of them. That is until I found this. So, my product of the month is the DELOMO Pet Hair Remover.  The beauty of this, aside from the fact that it works and works well, is you don’t have to throw it away after one usage. You just pop open the back, clean out the hair, and you’re good to go for the next day, or within hours.

Before I decided on this one, I read all of the reviews, and some people had complained that when they were holding it, they accidentally popped open the lid to the cat hair storage section. I have been using this daily for months, and that has never happened to me, and I have man hands, so I can’t imagine what the other people are doing wrong.

This is not inexpensive compared to the lint rollers, but when I stop to consider all that I have spent on them, I think it has Moe than paid for itself.

Recommended by me and Stanley. Give it a try and you will rest easy.

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Happy Birthday, Stanley!

In a post I wrote a few weeks ago, I mentioned Stanley, and Judee inquired as to who Stanley was. I introduced you to him in this post, but it’s probably time that I give you an update. Stanley is my cat, and today is his third birthday. This dog person, ignorant of all things feline, adopted a cat during the pandemic. My only experience with cats prior to this was when my son, his wife, and their two cats, moved in with me for six weeks while awaiting the completion of their new home. I fell in love with their cats, and longed to have one of my own.

My ignorance played into my hands when I adopted Stanley. Had I known his background, I probably wouldn’t have done so. I must say that when one of the women at the shelter followed me out to my car when I was taking Stanley home and said to me how much they appreciated my “taking a chance on Stanley” adding that he was the kind of cat who would be likely to spend his entire life in a shelter, I wondered what I was getting into. He had apparently been at another shelter and had completely shut down. He would interact with no one. So he moved to the shelter where I found him and still didn’t have much to do with anyone. He had come from a home where he hadn’t been treated particularly well. The home was full of big dogs and small children, and that was a combination that proved difficult for him.

 When I brought him home, I didn’t see him for a month. He hid that entire time. The only reason I knew that I even had a pet was because his food bowl would periodically empty, and the litter box would be used. I was patient. I had no idea what I was doing anyway, so I just kept doing it; I let him call the shots. When one day I saw his little face at the top of the steps leading to the lower level, I was thrilled. At that point I decided that I was going to hand feed him by playing hockey with little pieces of kibble, shooting them across the floor to him one by one, each time making the length shorter and shorter until eventually he was eating out of my hand.  He still wouldn’t let me touch him, but I loved being able to get that close.

A month to the day of my adopting him, I was stretched out on the bed watching something on TV, and he leapt on top of it and started rubbing up against me and purring.  That was a wonderful day! We have been best buddies ever since. He is a sweet and loving cat. He is, however, still skittish. If I move too quickly he will flinch. He still will not let me pick him up. I never grew up with a cat, I always had dogs, but I am so in love with my sweet boy Stanley, and he seems fairly relaxed with me.

For those of you who are cat people, I would like some tips on how to get him to use scratching posts. I have bought every kind imaginable -- upright, flat, wavy, triangular, and I can’t get him to use any of them. He does seem to like the furniture, and that’s not working for me.

Thanks for asking, Judee. I do love my boy, even when he awakens me at 5:00 AM to put food into his bowl that he then proceeds to ignore. Cats!

 Happy Birthday, Stanley!