I’m having a severe allergy attack right now. Actually, it’s been going on for awhile. Couple this with the north winds we’ve had this week, and oh boy, I’m a sneezing, coughing mess.
I’m horribly allergic to cats – always have been. Cat’s have not been allowed in the house for that reason. Whenever there’s a new litter of farm kittens, I always handle them to get them used to humans. This helps them stay close to the house and be good mouser’s. I sneeze, wheeze, and cough every time, but they don’t come in the house. No cat has…until now.
Meet “Princess.” She is one of the farm cats that has parked herself in the Mr’s heart. She’s “special,” like Kota was. She was born one week after Kota passed away. She has Kota’s coloring (her siblings are all Tabby’s), mannerisms, and for some strange reason (for which I’m grateful), she has not had one litter of kittens. It’s not for lack of trying on her part either. Her mother doesn’t seem to like her much and she has, on occasion, spent a bit of time in a tree. She also has a habit of disappearing for a week or so at a time. We’re not quite sure where she goes, yet she always comes home. I guess that’s where her compass leads her.
Princess (the Mr gave her that name) has taken a particular shine to me. For the life of me, I don’t understand why. I’m a dog person – everyone knows that. Apparently, she doesn’t. I tolerate her, but she’s persistent. She nuzzles me, purrs like crazy, and sleeps right next to me on the couch. I’m not happy about the couch thing, but cats are not the same as dogs. They
apparently are an independent breed. The word no doesn’t seem to register with her. She has parked herself on one of the red throw pillows on the couch…I call it her throne. Did I mention she’s quite the talker? Seriously, this cat yaks a blue streak!
So, why am I allowing myself to suffer like this? Simple. We’re still not ready to get a dog and the Mr has fallen in love with this beautiful animal. He asks about her almost daily when he’s out of town. “Is Princess around?” or “Do you think she’ll come back?” You can almost hear the relief in his voice when I tell him, “yes, she’s back.” I don’t have the heart to keep her outside all the time as I’m afraid she’ll disappear and never return. I do it for the Mr…really.
Funny the things we do for love…the medicine chest is now well stocked with antihistamines, the kleenex box is close by, and Princess is comfortably perched on her throne.