I plopped ShadowCat onto the bed, she waddled to her spot and called it a day. The sound of hair ball! No! I got deeper into the feathers. No! Turned on the lights, grabbed a paper towel. There was poor Izzi on the rug infront of the bed. Of course no bag in the trash can in the kitchen. By then ChaCha was in breakfast mode and Izzi was about to join her. OK, let me keep my ankles please. Here comes ShadowCat. I picked her up and took her back to bed. No screams, protests or squirming. She settled back in until the alarm went off. Then she meandered towards the cat stairs, snorted at Izzi and used the stairs

note - she had to move over soft things.