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 →
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 WendyBrandes’Fitzroy quickly went out the window. I’m left to admire him from afar and watch cat videos on YouTube.