“Anya used to have a special sticky brush for that, Tonas,” Mark said, smiling.
“I’ll import them by the cargo load, if it keeps the shed away from my flight suits,” Tonas bantered back.
“I don’t think it keeps the hairs away, My Light, it removes them once they are there. To stop the Beast from shedding you have to use…”
“I know, a brush,” Tonas responded, resigned.
Tigger walked around the table twice, tracing Jonal’s path. He jumped up onto the empty chair next to Tonas then bounced from the chair to the middle of the Star table and curled up in the starlight.
'''Beast' is an apt description,” Tonas sighed.
::Be careful, My Light, he understands…::
“Should we not be discussing the topic at hand?” Jonal interrupted with a smile for the cat. “I believe you were concerned for the fe
