No longer an only child?
Could it be? Well, no... not technically. But I still somehow get the feeling I've been replaced. And not just replaced, but replaced by something that I have to go out of my way to just be in the same room as!
In short, my parents now have a cat.
His name is Cam... and as you can see, he is painfully adorable. However, for how cute this lil' guy is, I am equally allergic to him.
Me: You know I'm allergic to cats, right?
Mum: Yeah.... but isn't it just when you touch them, or pick them up?
Me: No.. it's actually gotten a lot worse. In fact, when you guys left on Wednesday, I got itchy when I went to lie on the couch where you had been sitting. I assume that was due to the cat hair [dander? whatever... I'm not a doctor] on your clothing.
Mum: Oh.
Nice to know I'm still at the forefront of their minds!
That said, I kinda saw this all coming from a while back. Indulge me. Or just don't read on, whatever...
Last summer, my parents were at the cottage, and while my dad's out in the shop, this cat wanders in. Now, my dad has specifically hated cats for as long as I can remember... which I was totally cool with, for reasons noted about. He always thought they were aloof, and the neighbourhood cats used to pee in our flower boxes, so that pissed him off. But this one came right up to him, and meowed. But not like the normal, cute meow. This was apparently quite the "Hello, you're going to pay attention to me now" kind of "Meow!" And this cat proceeded to nuzzle his feet, going between his feet as he tried to walk, and basically making a nuissance of himself. Somehow this came off as charming. So he goes and gets the cat a saucer of milk (how cliché!). Needless to say, the cat wouldn't leave at this point. "Food AND attention?!? I'm in!"
But, my mum did point out that this was a full grown cat, and while it didn't have any tags, or anything, it was likely someone's. So she went and asked around and stuff... nothing. They didn't want to bring the cat inside that night, mostly due to a lack of appropriate litter box substitute, and so they figured the cat would leave and go home overnight.
Nope. He was there bright and early watching them eat breakfast through the sliding door.
Anyway, so they're thinking to themselves, "I guess we have a cat, now.... let's name him." No sooner had they settled on Cam (I guess this makes the new kitten Cam II, but whatever), as two 10 or 11 year old girls from around the corner come by. Turns out it was their cat.
Well, fastforward to last weekend. My parents are out doing yard work, or whatever, and they see something dive in under the shed. They go to look and see what it was. Turns out it was a little cat. Well, kitten, I guess. There seemed to be crows after the little guy! So they lure him out with milk and some sardines, and I guess the rest is history.
Note to self: Next time you visit your parents, take Claritin. Lots of it.
In short, my parents now have a cat.
His name is Cam... and as you can see, he is painfully adorable. However, for how cute this lil' guy is, I am equally allergic to him.Me: You know I'm allergic to cats, right?
Mum: Yeah.... but isn't it just when you touch them, or pick them up?
Me: No.. it's actually gotten a lot worse. In fact, when you guys left on Wednesday, I got itchy when I went to lie on the couch where you had been sitting. I assume that was due to the cat hair [dander? whatever... I'm not a doctor] on your clothing.
Mum: Oh.
Nice to know I'm still at the forefront of their minds!
That said, I kinda saw this all coming from a while back. Indulge me. Or just don't read on, whatever...
Last summer, my parents were at the cottage, and while my dad's out in the shop, this cat wanders in. Now, my dad has specifically hated cats for as long as I can remember... which I was totally cool with, for reasons noted about. He always thought they were aloof, and the neighbourhood cats used to pee in our flower boxes, so that pissed him off. But this one came right up to him, and meowed. But not like the normal, cute meow. This was apparently quite the "Hello, you're going to pay attention to me now" kind of "Meow!" And this cat proceeded to nuzzle his feet, going between his feet as he tried to walk, and basically making a nuissance of himself. Somehow this came off as charming. So he goes and gets the cat a saucer of milk (how cliché!). Needless to say, the cat wouldn't leave at this point. "Food AND attention?!? I'm in!"
But, my mum did point out that this was a full grown cat, and while it didn't have any tags, or anything, it was likely someone's. So she went and asked around and stuff... nothing. They didn't want to bring the cat inside that night, mostly due to a lack of appropriate litter box substitute, and so they figured the cat would leave and go home overnight.
Nope. He was there bright and early watching them eat breakfast through the sliding door.
Anyway, so they're thinking to themselves, "I guess we have a cat, now.... let's name him." No sooner had they settled on Cam (I guess this makes the new kitten Cam II, but whatever), as two 10 or 11 year old girls from around the corner come by. Turns out it was their cat.
Well, fastforward to last weekend. My parents are out doing yard work, or whatever, and they see something dive in under the shed. They go to look and see what it was. Turns out it was a little cat. Well, kitten, I guess. There seemed to be crows after the little guy! So they lure him out with milk and some sardines, and I guess the rest is history.
Note to self: Next time you visit your parents, take Claritin. Lots of it.
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