The Rants of Mister P

I am wearing fresh-from-the-dry-cleaners pants. The pleats are still crisp. And I am covered in cat hair. In the 15 minutes or so it took me from putting on my pants to leaving for work this morning, somehow The Cat managed to cloak me in fur. Of course, the pants are black. The worst part of this is that I've been walking around work for the past 90 minutes with fur all over my butt.

I see all those hair-removal commercials on TV... would that work on a cat?