We can work it out
I just threw myself into one of the biggest commitments I’ve made in a while: I got a cat yesterday. When I told a friend she looked at me, shocked, and said, “wow, you’re in control of another life,” and then went on to talk about how odd it seemed for me to be in such a responsible position. Uh, how hard could it be?
After bringing him (Eddie) home and playing with him for a little while, my neck, eyes and arms got kind of red and itchy. Perfect. I denied to myself that I was allergic. I was already in so deep. I couldn’t stand the thought of giving him back to his old owners or an animal shelter, so I’ve decided to keep on trying this whole thing out for a while to see if it’s really all that unbearable.
Later in the day my boyfriend came over to see the cat, and he’s even more allergic than me. I didn’t so much as sneeze all night and he was practically breaking into hives. Oops.
So I guess it’s all kind of like going on a first date with one of those lovable people with one small quirk or bad habit. Do you throw that fish back out into the sea just because of one little thing? (Like pet dander? Or bad taste in favorite baseball teams?) I’m optimistic about these kinds of things. They can be worked out.
The question is this: will my boyfriend be able to get past a new male in my home that gets his pet allergies going? He said it won’t be a big deal — he’ll still come over. Score for me, being a cat lady is a forgivable quirk!
June 25th, 2007 at 5:55 pm
cat ladies….hell yeah!!
June 26th, 2007 at 1:07 pm
There is no such thing as “owning” a cat. And make no mistake, you are in no way, shape or form “in control” of it.
I love cats. Have 3 now. Had them all my life. I can go away for 10 days and they’re fine.
Only problem is now that I live in the country, they keep bringing me ‘presents’.