I'd like a part in the middle ...
... maybe flare it out at the sides.
It all started when Daisy was a tiny, cute kitten. She liked to hang out in the sink (many cats do, apparently) and so one day after my shower I brushed her fur when I brushed my hair, such as it is. She now comes for a regular style. You might want to remember this if you're ever in our bathroom and feel tempted to borrow my hairbrush.
She's a very clean cat.
And no, I don't share my toothbrush with her. That's just gross.
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