1. I love my cats. Willie and Baxter, who have been with us for just over a year now (we adopted them from Barn Cat Buddies), have brought me such happiness. The boys adore them. And do you know what? I haven't had a single mouse in my minivan since we got them. And it's mice season, folks. Two years ago I caught NINE mice in my minivan (which, while it made for excellent blogging material, made me rather grumpy). Yes, I might be a crazy cat lady (contained only because Paul won't let me have any cute orange kittens right now). But I don't care - I just love my cats.
3. The first cat-love of my life was my grandparents' cat, Snuffy. He was a Siamese, and I adored him.
4. I'm allergic to cats. Really. But I build up a tolerance to them. Some cats bother me more than others. Willie and Baxter don't bother me too much, but when we had Disco, if I petted him for a really long time I would get hives on my hands and my eyes would start itching and burning.
5. Cort is allergic to cats, too, but he loves them just as much as me. He has a tolerance built up, and generally does alright so long as he doesn't rub his face in their fur. Baxter and Willie like Cort too - they seem to know that even though he's a little wild four year old, he's always gentle with them.
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