When we moved to Wisconsin I was newly pregnant and vomiting. A lot. It was about-15 degrees outside and dark and I didn't know anyone. Needless to say, depressing. After about 6 weeks of this I insisted that Ty provide me with the cat I had always wanted to keep me company. Off we went to the shelter and came home with not one, but two lovely kitties. They were brother and sister and ten years old. They were huge, snuggly and affectionate. They slept in our bed and curled around me when I lay on the bathroom floor waiting for the next wave of nausea to hit. I loved them. When Tommy finally joined us they were wonderful with him as well. I have all sorts of photos of the three of them all curled up together. Two years later after a long fight with cat diabetes (including insulin shots from me) Frank passed on. When we moved to Kansas, we were moving into corporate housing for an unspecified amount of time and decided to give Libby away to friends rather than subject her to the trauma. I was sad, but it was a lot easier that way. When Tommy was first allergy tested just after his second birthday he was allergic to dogs and many other things, but not cats. The Doc theorized that this was due to the fact that he had always been around them. We have lived here now for two years without any pets. Today we visited a woman in our church congregation, normally I wouldn't have taken Tommy, but the schedule just didn't work. He was really well- behaved. He even petted the her cats politely. As we left I noticed him rubbing his eyes, by the time we reached the main road he was covered in hives. This progressed along the usual lines into a full-blown allergic reaction. Thank goodness for Benedryl. My poor, pale, allergic little monkey. The result of today's little episode is that our home will remain, a pet-free zone because I don't believe in fish.
3 years ago