My Dander's Up!

Sunday Night, I went to my brother's house for dinner. They have a dog . . .and a cat. Unfortunately, the dog hasn't been trained to eat the cat. My wife and I are very allergic to cats. Surprisingly, some cats effect us more than others.

It's now Tuesday and I still feel like crap. I have what I termed a "cat hangover". I feel like I coming down with something, but it started with the cat and I can't shake it. My wife feels equally off. So, now to combat this, I must divorce myself from this plane of existence and take a Benadryl or something that makes you feel like. . . . . .. did you ever see ALTERED STATES?. . . .. like that!

Last year, I had to go on travel for work. On my way to San Diego. . .a fairly lengthy flight from Philadelphia International, the guy across the aisle has a cat under his seat. By the end of the flight, my sinuses were shot. Who decided that having an animal with the passagers was a good idea. If I brought my 95lb Dalmation on the plane, they would probably have a problem with that.

As much as I appreciate the No Smoking laws, personally I believe my health is more adversely effected by a cat. Fortunately, most bars seem to have a no cat policy.

Until Clinque develops a cat (do I need to explain that?), keep them home and don't be upset if people can't come to your house. . . . .Hmmmm, maybe that's it! Maybe there using the cat like Wolfsbane.