When I come home, I toss my purse on the end of the kitchen island closest to the door. That way I'm more likely to hear my cell phone (which I keep in a front pocket of the purse) if it rings. Having the purse right there also makes it easier to organize for the next time I leave, because my “system” for remembering to take things with me is to pile them on top of the purse.
Over the summer I've used a Vera Bradley purse with a bright pink background and accents of light blue, lime green, white, brown, and black. Pepper the cat likes to rub his face on it; it's cute to watch him at work. I'm not sure if the quilted cotton material feels good to him, he's making himself comfortable, or he's marking his territory, but sometimes he'll rub so hard he pushes the purse pretty close to the counter edge.
Today when I left for work I was wearing my standard outfit of white shirt and black pants. I grabbed my purse, lunchbox, after-work snack, and assorted papers and carried everything out to the car. I put the purse between the seats and everything else on the passenger seat, started up the car, and drove away.
When I was getting out of the car I looked down, and was horrified to see that the lap of my black pants was covered with cat hair! Thinking back, I’d picked the purse up and put it on my lap at a stoplight to get out a chap stick. Unfortunately, the cotton material of my purse is a great cat hair magnet.
I tried to make it through the mall and to the Customer Service desk without anyone noticing my mess. Unfortunately before I got there I ran into a couple of mall walkers that I chat with on a regular basis. Embarrassed, I showed them my pants but they laughed and said it happened to them all the time with hair from their dog. That didn't make me feel any better. I HAD to get rid of the hair!
When I got to the desk, I quickly opened up the office, found a rag, and attempted to wipe the cat hair off. I didn't think my pants could look any worse, but someone must have used the rag for dusting, because now I had a layer of hair and dust running down both legs. I did the only thing I could think of that would take care of the problem...I locked myself into the office area, took my pants off, and shook them until they were clean.