I’m allergic to cats. If I handle one for just a couple of seconds, I have to wash hands and sometimes change clothes, or I’m sneezing for hours.
To say that this causes me to dislike cats somewhat is an understatement of the mildest sort.
So there’s this ginger tabby who’s been hanging around the house. She doesn’t wear a collar. She comes meowing around, and if you go anywhere near her, she runs up to you, starts purring and rubbing on your leg. She is just the sweetest cat I’ve ever met. Just lovey and good with dogs and kids.
I even saw her catch a mouse the other day. I personally watched as she stopped, pounced, and walked off with something brown and furry. I mean, good cat.
Damn you, kitty! You are making me like you. ARGH! Stop it!