I just got my shirt and jacket back from the dry cleaners.  There’s more cat hair on them now then when I dropped them off.

I can just see the employees: “Oh my God, these clothes actually need to be cleaned.  We’ve been in business six years and we have no idea how to operate any of this equipment.”

“Oh no!  What do we do?”

(One of them pops a Mentos.)

“We’ll throw them into a room full of cats.  They’ll cover the clothes and make them look all the same.”

When I sent back the invitation for the wedding this weekend, I wish I had indicated that I couldn’t attend--but would like to send “1 hairball” in my place.