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Kitten therapy

I take a deep breath as I open the door.

“Will they think I’m a creep?” I worry. Jeez, I hope not.

Because I’m going in anyway.

“Careful,” I think. “Don’t push the door too hard or too wide.”

I can see that today there are a few little ones running free, drinking from a fountain and playing with toys.

Here I am again at PS9 Pets, a store in my neighborhood that also finds homes for cats and kittens.

cat tux

I’m not stopping in to get a pet. Or to buy supplies for a pet I don’t have.

I’m just here to look at sleeping kittens and playing kittens. I’ll take pics of the lil cuties and show them to my friends who might take one home.

cat black

And if someone suggests it, YES I WILL CUDDLE A KITTEN. Because this is my therapy: kitten therapy.

I’ve been really sad of late, and for obvious, real reasons. I miss my dad.

Right now, the sweetness of a kitten trumps my allergies. And it’s preferable to crying.

If anyone from PS9 reads this, thank you for tolerating me.

If you don’t love dogs, you are the devil

I stepped out of the elevator and was immediately accosted by a lumbering black lab.

“Oh. I guess I’m here on Bring Your Dog to Work Day.” When I sat down to wait for my meeting to begin, the lab took the opportunity to push his snout up my skirt. Continue reading

Kickstarter for Cats

You know how I feel about cats: I love ’em but from afar. I’m allergic.

But how handsome is Fitzroy, Wendy Brandes‘ exotic shorthair?

The gorgeous Fitzroy via WendyBrandes.com

Anyway. This exists.

What does your favorite cat want you to create (beyond dinner)?

No dogs allowed

When I was a kid, I desperately wanted a dog. My mother’s mother Nana lived with us though. Well, technically we lived with her but that’s another story.

Dad loved dogs, still does, and supported my interest in having one, but Nana either hated dogs or was afraid of them. Mom told me the latter.

“One day when Nana no longer lives with us, Daddy and I will get you a puppy.”

She didn’t wink or elbow me in the ribs while saying it, but the message was clear: when Nana died, I’d get my dog. Even though I was only five or six at the time, wanting a puppy became inextricably linked with a guilty feeling: “you want Nana to DIE!” I tried hard not to think about puppies. Continue reading

I’m not a crazy cat lady

But I totally could be, if not for my allergies.

It doesn’t help that my college friend Erin does amazing work helping animals and posts pictures of her foundlings on Facebook. They all make me want to foster, if only I could.

Recently I went to YouTube and before my intended video, this ran. And I didn’t click to skip it when I could have.

Confession: I watched “Catalogue” again while drafting this post.

Alas, in spite of a good two years of allergy shots for this, that and the other thing, and taking Allegra 180 every single day, I’m still super allergic to animals. Recently I spent less than five minutes chatting with my neighbor at the threshold to her apartment, which houses a ragdoll cat, and by the time I returned to my own apartment, one of my eyes was swelling shut and the other wasn’t far behind.

Any notion of owning an awesome cat like Wendy Brandes’ Fitzroy quickly went out the window. I’m left to admire him from afar and watch cat videos on YouTube.

Yes, Mike Kelton, I know you hate this post.

This post is not sponsored by Fresh Step, Allegra or anyone else.