I'm taking a short break away from the internets. This is a self-imposed digital detox. No blogging, google reader, email, or facebook. In the meantime enjoy this guest post by my cousin, Briana.
I’ve never been a cat person. In fact, I don’t think that I’m much of a cat person now. I certainly wouldn’t go get one for myself and allow it into my house.
Why? Mostly because I’m pretty freakin’ allergic! Ask my cousins. I used to sleep over at their house, where they had a cat and within about 30 minutes or so my eyes would start watering, I would start sneezing up a storm, and my throat would start closing up and I would get all wheezy and sneezy and all that… .
I really think it’s an overall conspiracy by cats around the world. They can sense when people are allergic to them! They sniff those people out and immediately park themselves in said allergic person’s lap. Coincidentally, the same time those people go over to their cousin’s house without taking their medication. Both Squeak and Otto have done this to me, thankfully, no clawing or biting happened during said lap occupations. Although that has happened before, and attacking my feet and pretending to like me only to bite or hiss at me. The list goes on and on…
I love dogs! I didn’t use to like a lot of animals when I was growing up, but as an adult I really do appreciate canines. Some of my friends have some of the greatest dogs ever and I want one, once I don’t live in an apartment where a big dog would go crazy.
With all of that being said…I hate to admit it, and it pains me to actually say it. But a certain cat has slightly taken away my dislike for felines. That’s right, I, a former anti-cat human, love a cat.
This is probably the only cat that I will ever treat like this. She’s a cuddler, she’s playful, she plays fetch! Sort of. Essentially, she’s a semi-dog in cat form. I think that’s why we have bonded so well. She also curls up in your lap, lets you scratch her belly, and she snores when she naps! You’d have to have a heart of stone not to be charmed by this cat.
Don’t get me wrong, she has her cat moments where she walks on my arms when I’m trying to type on my laptop or she’ll streak across the room and claw at my beloved chair. Or prevent us from having a Christmas tree inside the apartment because she chews on the light chords and swats at the ornaments. Or try to sneak into my room, which is the only “No Mila Zone” in the entire apartment.
And even though I have to take a pill to live with her every day, I’m kinda fond of that dastardly feline. My roommate is probably jumping for joy at reading this. Because even though I’ve told her that I don’t mind her cat, I haven’t really publicly announced it before. So…here I am.
Hello, my name is Briana, and I am a former anti-cat human. Don’t spread that around though, I got a rep to protect.