is… that I am allergic to cats. I have been living a lie for 27 years. I have always believed that I was allergic to cats. Tis doesn’t seem to be the case. Here in Nepal our “parents” are both insane cat people. Like the cat eats better than we do- it probably eats better than you do. So within the first week in the village we had a baby cat.
I never minded that I was allergic to cats. I kind of hated them. They are spoiled, moody, and seem to always have an attitude problem. The only cat I ever like was James, he belonged to my friend’s family. He was the best cat ever….because he acted like a dog. Cats are super lazy- and unless you have a problem with rats…whats the point.
And that is the point- we have rats. I like to call them mice. Mice are smaller, nicer, and in the middle of the night make you dresses. Rats are huge, carry diseases, and are vicious. I was kind of on the fence with baby kitty [no one could agree on a name, so we just call her baby kittyl] kittens are cute, but would I want a cat?
The answer is YES! YES, because one night a mouse fell next to me. Granted I wasn’t sleeping in my room- where the plastic is fully to the wall, the holes are patched with rocks, and we have enough poison put out to kill an army of rats. But still- a mouse falls on you in the middle in the night and every night after that…. you are going to cuddling baby kitty. Which is how I sleep now…. with a cat under my chin. because if another mouse falls…. I want to see baby kitty kill it and send a message to the rest of the mouse population.