I'm sure many of you have been suffering from seasonal allergies lately. According to weather.com, the pollen counts in my neck of the woods are apocalyptically high. Highest ever. We're lucky to be alive-high.
While the pollen-nasal drip is a pain, allegedly, someday, it's supposed to pass.
My owning a cat does not. At least, god willing, not for a long while.
That mini-paragraph, in fact, is the nub of my problem. I am very much allergic to one of my cats. Eyes itching, throat itching, nose clogging, bad-breathing allergic to him. But I love him! He's the best little dude in the world. Big, puffy, sorta like a little bear, and he gives hugs - seriously, arms on either side of the neck hugs. He's the kind of cat you want to keep around forever.
Even if he weren't, though, my grandpa was a vet; my family doesn't adopt animals and then UNadopt them. Not possible.
So I suffer...daily. I rub my eyes too much, and I make that gross self-throat-scratching noise, and I sleep poorly indefinitely.
And he doesn't even know it's for him.
-Posted by Jilly
Thursday, June 3, 2010
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