My cat is a hair bomber. This morning, noticing I am wearing black pants, Marlowe starts running past me at high speeds. Every time I would walk from the bathroom to the living room she would follow me and run by. Then as I go back from the living room to the bathroom she would run to the kitchen. It was kind of cute and funny before I spent five minutes with the lint roller getting my pants cat hair free (why do people [me] own cats when they [I] like to wear black so often??!!). I'm on my way to the living room for the last time and Marlowe races past me and barely, I mean barely, brushes against my leg. BLAM! She drops a cat hair bomb. And it's not just a couple of hairs, it's a cluster; a wad if you will. A thick white wad of cat hair! Damn it! Where's that bloody lint roller?!
Lucy quickly attacked her after that so I secretly felt vindicated.
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After living with two orange snotballs for several years, it has been quite a pleasure to have clothes that aren't covered in cat hair for the past year. There is another way! Go No-Cats! (I know, I'm out of the family...)
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