Friday, May 29, 2009
The other day, while at my mother-in-law's house, I had put down my jacket, and when I cam back to get it, the cat was curled perfectly on top of it, as if it were a nest. It doesn't matter who's cat it is, but it seems that I am a cat magnet, which is ironic, since I'm super allergic to them. It's almost as if cats can sense that I can't pet them, so they make an even greater effort to try and woo me. I think they secretly get a kick out of seeing me sniffle and sneeze and my eyes slowly puffing shut.