George seems to be gazing mournfully at that grooming mitt, or whatever it's called, as I used to mournfully gaze at my hairbrush. 
Not to worry, George! Your fur still grows in quite nicely. 
I'm also a little concerned for Heidi this week. Is it possible she somehow got tangled up in all those electrical cords below her throne? 
(A word to the wise, by the bye: it's only a matter of time before the Wiltshire and Swindon Fire Authority happens upon your catblogging. On this side of the Water, we have a saying about "an ounce of prevention...". To employ another idiomatic expression: just sayin'.)
I only ask because it might explain Heidi's reverting to Hypnotoad Mode in the bottom photo.
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