In the last few months the fur has overgrown his eyes, so that we can't see them. This doesn't appear to be a problem for him, as watching him navigate the house it's obvious that he sees quite well.
Marie, however, has serious issues with this. She's convinced he's now blind, in spite of all evidence to the contrary.
So last night we were woken by wild howling and barking. The hall bathroom light was on, so I ran in there.
Marie apparently was unable to sleep, and was up worrying about Snowball's vision. She REALLY felt something had to be done, so she'd cornered him in the bathroom, and was using all sorts of her own hair things to pull the hair out of his eyes. She had his bangs tied up in ponytails over each eye. She also had plastic hair clips placed above and below both eyes to hold more hair out of the way.
It was so sad. He looked like the guy in "A Clockwork Orange" where they wired his eyes open to force him to watch movies.
I sent Marie to bed and freed Snowball. He spent the rest of the night in bed with me to show his appreciation.
Between my kids and my cell phone I'm getting pretty damn sleep deprived. Maybe my dementia patients today won't notice if I nap in front of them.