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The problem with taking in animals off the street is that they're unexpected and they aren't sure how to react to you.

Laura was trying to take the cat to the vet today, to get it checked out and whatnot. Since we weren't expecting a cat, we didn't have a carrier. Laura attempted to fashion one out of a soft cooler. She, considerately, left an inch of the zipper open so the cat could breathe. That inch was enough room for a paw to open the flap and take off into the early evening darkness.

Ultimately it's not the worst thing in the world. One night with a cat in the house was enough for both Laura and I to realize that we're allergic to cats. Surprising for me, since I've never been allergic to anything in my life. And we were nowhere near prepared to have a new member of the family.

However, one night was enough for me to realize that I really want a cat. I never thought I'd say that, and my grandfather is rolling over in his grave (He often said, "The only good cat is a drowned cat," I just say my family is more a dog-family). But it's the perfect condo-dwelling, grad school pet. Not too much fuss, and a whole furry ball of affection. (An aside, I never had real pets as a kid, my dad was allergic to everything. He was barely able to tolerate a bird, and for a while, a hamster) So I'd be willing to cope with allergies and have a cat, they make claratin for a reason. But I definitely want to have a plan of action before we try adopting a pet again.

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savianfoxhunter
Oct. 31st, 2008 04:39 am (UTC)
Your grandfather sounds a lot like my sister's other half. He's not a cat person at all. I wonder if your allergies to the cat were hereditary, but just didn't flourish until later in life. That happens with people sometimes.

Sorry again to hear about the cat running off on the way to the vet. I wish I'd thought to offer one of my carriers if you guys were taking him to the vet, but it just didn't come to mind. Like you said, though, maybe this wasn't the time or the particular cat that you were meant to have.

I definitely agree that cats make for great grad school pets, though. When you're gone to campus all day, you don't have to worry about them like you would with a dog. My boys camp out in the living room and entertain themselves whilst I'm gone. But dogs tear things up and have accidents if you leave them alone too long.


Rage more, Mary Brave, rage more.
bloodstones
Oct. 31st, 2008 05:37 am (UTC)
If you really do want a cat, Marie's neighbors found a mom cat with a litter of three four week olds. There's also an older litter from the same mom that's maybe five or six months. Liesje just adopted one of those. They're definitely looking for homes for all of them.
Also, aren't you coming to BU? When do you get here?
velcrofish
Oct. 31st, 2008 03:07 pm (UTC)
Yes... cats are balls of affection.



Slightly Evil affection.
thegoal_issoul
Oct. 31st, 2008 11:24 pm (UTC)
:(
humor_yourself
Nov. 1st, 2008 02:59 pm (UTC)
So what did you do with the cat??
thegoal_issoul
Nov. 1st, 2008 11:11 pm (UTC)
did you read this entry?
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