In her unending pursuit of a housefly she was hunting, Sage treated me to a face full of cat butt this morning.
While I am pleased to see the mighty hunter pursuing her prey through the jungle of tubs and boxes that is my room, the furious scrubbing that ensued gave me a moment to reflect on just how much cat hair had transferred to my beard.
Anyone with a cat will tell you that they are prodigious shedders. My appreciation and affections for cats always come as a surprise to others, mostly because I am notoriously allergic to cat hair. Such as the stuff that caused me to change shirts twice yesterday because I had to pick her up and put her in a carrier, something she was not pleased about, and even now continues to tickle my nostrils.
Cat ownership for the allergic cat lover is actually a fairly apt comparison. Fast food, drugs, alcohol, HBO, humans have a unique knack for loving things that don't love them back. Still, we consume these things, like how I consume things that hate me: Diet Coke, processed cheese and, of course, a cat's affections.