It happened again. It’s that time of year.
I was on my way somewhere and noticed that my clothes were accessorized with a pound of cat hair. A full pound. 14 carat cat hair.
It was a mix of colors. All the cats contribute from the basic black and more somber gray tones to the calico mix. I should put in a call to Ralph Lauren.
My cats, even though they are indoor cats and not subject to extreme weather fluctuation, develop a winter coat and shed it in the spring.
Actually they shed all year-long but the spring is the worst.
Yesterday I was looking at a counter and could see a coating of cat hair. I washed everything down. It’s hard to contain. It like nuclear radiation infiltrating everything. It knows no barriers.
The little darlings get combed regularly but it doesn’t matter. One of the cats is like a porcupine. Whenever you touch her instead of releasing quills, she releases cat hair.
I have started looking for fabrics that don’t attract cat hair. There are very few but the tighter the weave and shinier the finish, the less likely to attract. Maybe.
It isn’t only a cleaning inconvenience, this is also hairball season. Oh yeah. Yesterday I saw one that had so much grey hair it looked like a dead mouse. I had to double-check it. No mouse. Only hair.
As annoying as it is for me, I wonder how the cats feel. They are scratching like crazy (maybe they have spring allergies?) and rolling on carpets to get the dead hair off.
Another few weeks and we will all be sporting our new summer clothes. Capris and sandals for me and a whole lot less hair for them.
We will celebrate with a margarita for me and a tuna buffet with a catnip chaser for them. Cheers!