AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!!

[rushthatspeaks]

I have finally figured out how to cook with kittens underfoot, eat with kittens underfoot, read with kittens underfoot, bathe with kittens underfoot, go out without traumatizing the kittens, carry on a private life with kittens underfoot, and sleep with kittens in the closet. I now have definitive proof that Somebody has a sadistic sense of humor.

I turn out to be allergic to cats.

Itchy eyes, itchy cat scratches, itchy nose, continual sneezing, drippy nose, and evil sore throat, all of which get miles worse if I even go near the darling boys, let alone actually touch them.

This is really unfair. I have always wanted cats. I am a cat, for crying out loud, and I find myself nothing to sneeze at. I really, really love our kitties.

I am of course therefore going to take massive quantities of antihistamines and get on with my life. A kitten is an obligation as well as a delight, and my personal discomfort would not be a reason to get rid of the cats even if I otherwise wanted to, which I really, really don't. Still, I had to rant just this once about the prospect of the upcoming years of not being able to breathe, and this has been it.

Thank you, whoever you are Up There. You can stop giggling now.

Angst-O-Meter: *achoo!*