Cat Hair

I have a cat named Ott, a large orange and white male who in his prime was known to slay neighborhood dogs and strike fear in birds, squirrels and other cats .  He came to me after participating in a serious fight with some other street thug and I was compelled to have him repaired.  He smelled like cotton candy. His purr sounded like distant thunder.  He needed me, and I cannot turn away any of God's children or creatures, and so we bonded. We are each others "significant other" these days, we are empty-nesters.

That was over 10 years ago.  Now he is retired and spends most of his day waiting for me to come home and feed him.  This morning while getting ready for work, I sat at the foot of the bed to dress.  Upon arriving to work, I realized I had also put on about 3 inches of white cat hairs.  He's taken to sleeping with me since the other animals went over the "golden bridge".  Today, while having lunch at home, he decorated selfsame pants with another dusting from our shared sofa.  Good thing I buy lint rollers in bulk.

I thought he was losing weight, turns out he's just going bald.  I often wondered what my golden years would be like.  Even though I don't have a husband, I do have a useless, overweight, and balding male companion who snores at night.  But he doesn't cheat on me, spend my money or make cracks about my weight so I think he can stay while I figure out how to wear light colored trousers year-round.