Cruel, Cruel Fate
My sweet kitty, Saturn, has been gone for almost a month now. This past week, I've been cat sitting for a friend. I spent Sunday night with li'l Squeek, so she wouldn't feel too lonely. I awoke Monday morning hacking and snorting in a delightfully feminine way. Suddenly, I had a realization: I used to wake up this way every morning when Saturn was around. I haven't had a morning cough in 4 weeks!
Which means...
I AM ALLERGIC TO CATS.
Life, as I know it is over. I won't be able to live out my days as a crazy cat lady without medication.
Perhaps now is the time I should start collecting figurines?