So much for the kitty-free room

I'm mildly allergic, so since I moved in with gf last November I've mainly camped in the guest bedroom. When she got a second cat, she (the cat, not my gf) got introduced to the household gradually by way of the kitty-free room, but once she got indoctrinated, kitty-freeness was reimposed. (That sounds stark; picture me typing this tongue-in-cheek. Where is that tongue-in-cheek smilie?) The small auxiliary cat, aka Amelia, aka the monkey, came to worship me as a god for reasons I have never quite grasped, though we are kindred spirits-- I, too, am scared of everything, believing like she does that the best policy is "when in doubt, run away." I don't quite adore having my head scratched to the degree that she does, though. Regardless, after all these months, the monkey finally figured out that if she just sits outside my door and whines that I'll let her in. Aaaand after a couple of days she's barely left. It's getting to the point that I'm worried that she isn't eating, though I hope she ran out and chowed down while I was sleeping. I may carry her to her food and pointedly not close the door behind me so she'll know it's safe to eat.

The large main cat (Madeline, or the bunny) has also visited, but I think she's more pleased to have the rest of the house monkey-free. Allergies haven't been noticeably worse (I found out a long time ago that the main problem was from the central air; kitty-freeness was mainly maintained so I wouldn't trip over them in a very small room); eyedrops still are adequate to take care of any problems.

So the Temple of John is very small and has only one worshipper, and she is very small in turn and walks on four legs. Sic transit the kitty-free room and I'm pretty happy about it.

All cat owners know it is futile to resist. The takeover began a LONG time ago, and cats just happen to be more patient than human beings. :evilgrin:

And very well written!


Thanks!

You have a way with words. Great story.

is only allowed to cuddle when you say so.

I also have some Children's Benadryl, since I'm lactose-intolerant and nearly all anti-histamine pills helpfully add lactose. I figured out eventually that since what we're allergic to is the kitty spittle that I could scratch the kitty's heads (ie, where they by definition can't lick) all I wanted, which is how this kitty came to worship me as a god. The other kitty, who has known me almost five years, is just getting around to the concept that I'm a reliable scritcher.:)

a friend from work came over, one who is "severely alergic to cats". My cats hide when people come over. One of my cats was hiding about five feet from her for over an hour. As SOON as he made an appearance she started sneezing, I kid you not.

but that sounds a little psychosomatic, doesn't it?:)

Regardless, after all these months, the monkey finally figured out that if she just sits outside my door and whines that I'll let her in.

:rofl:

Cats know exactly what they are doing every step of the way. :evilgrin:

and the coolest thing is that you can wear mismatched socks and have bad hair days and she'll still think you're the greatest! They are true that way.
Congrats!

Isn't it great? The little monkey needs you and adores you. :)

"Normally I'm allergic to people, but this shy, insecure human just seemed to need me. It took months to convince him I was safe, but at long last, my persistance has paid off. Now, I will train him to buy me salmon."