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Maine Coon named Pinay



Lint remover on my luggage bound to Southern Caribean? I need that for the same reason that a  50 year old lady needs  her Oil of Olay Reginerist.   Blame it on Pinay, our 3 year old shedding  cat.  I did not signed up for this, its fate. 

When I married my husband, he had Jaz, a Welsh Corgi. Being a borderline obsessive compulsive housemaker (my self assessment, not a professional diagnosis)  , his hair  puts me in a state of frenzied mission to eradicate every speck of his hair in the house. Carpets yanked out of the floor, all imaginable brushes at my disposal (toothbrush to industrial grade) and a symphony of humming vacuum.

 Cancer of  his pelvic bones set in  Jaz. Options were laid to us, give him up for adoptions for pet lovers who takes care of  diseased pet (bless these people)  or  a Chemotheraphy treatment. We opted to put him out of his misery, my husband cried like a baby in one blustery january Sunday. I cried too, I am not that heartless.  I was wondering if  I still  would if my husband did not?

My husband swore that he is done being a pet owner after 11 years and I seconded that .  But guess what,  after 3 days, he came home with the news that we had to go and see a cat , a client offered  him one.

I think we were still in the state of mourning that the idea of another pet would somehow assuage the emptiness that Jaz  left or we miss the "hairy atmosphere".  We got the cat that same afternoon.  And this is the beginning of  Hairmageddon.

I believe that Jaz got his revenge on me e.g. the hair issue.  We are practically wallowing on Pinay's hair.  If I have my lungs Xrayed today, probably a baseball size cat hair would be lodged on it. It is very fine, wispy, floating and  sticks on everything . My husband had to "lint" his beard and head before leaving the house.   His eyelashes are at times entangled with her hair that he looks like an African American version of Lady Gaga.

Lint rollers and brushes are now composite part of my eclectic interior decorations, strategically located on the four corners of my home.  

These lamentations about Pinay is a small price to pay for the joys she gave us (am I being honest about this?) . My husband believed that she was sent to us by Jaz. Maine coon being considered as the " dog of the cat world". My  battle with the Hairmageddon's foot soldiers are as constant as the burrowing of the mole on our backyard for the grubs ( that is another interesting story will tell you later). 

In all honesty, I think the Cat  will stay despite my abhorrence to animal hair. Maine Coon can live up to 20 years, I am resigned to my fate , hairmageddon, lint brushes, and a football size cat hair on my lungs. That is fate.  

Now you know why I need my lint brushes. I would not be caught dead on formal dinners on the ship with my cat's hair spread over my discounted (who would want to pay full retail in these depressed economy)  Kate Spade shoes ?
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