Color and the Cats

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I decided yesterday after looking in the mirror and scaring myself half to death, that I was tired of looking 100 years old and decided to dye my hair. Snow white at the age of 64 (almost 65) was ridiculous. Now mind you, I have earned every white hair that I have, but it was adding more years than I cared to admit. I'm not out to impress anybody but myself (which is what counts), so I headed out to Dollar General and bought 2 boxes for $5. Came home, and even though it is very painful for me to raise my arms up and backwards, I began the chore. Afterward as I was sitting on the couch, one of my cats, Snickel-Fritches, climbed up behind me and you would have thought I had added Cat Nip to my head. He began head-butting me and grabbing mouthfuls of my hair and pulling. He then used both of his front paws and started trying to remove handfuls of my hair. The next thing I know, he's rubbing his entire body on the back of my head. Snickel-Fritches is not a small cat. He's about a 12-pounder. When I went to bed, the 6 cats that I have in my master bedroom all decided to check out the unusual scent. The next thing I know, all 6 are all over my head, rubbing and grabbing. Needless to say, it took about 5 minutes of that and then they all crashed on different parts of the bed; out like a light. I wonder what weird chemical is in that hair color.