My Beautiful Kitty Cat Made Me Cry From Allergies And Heartache.
I guess I should be happy. I still have my birds outside.
Why did I think my dreaded allergies were no longer active around animals?
I wanted a kitty cat so badly, I blew all caution into-the-wind and adopted White Paws, my sweet feline friend. We bonded so beautifully. He sat in my lap purring his kitty cat song. We both were happy-campers.
I fed him a feast fit for a king. He ate cans of cat food filled with salmon, shrimp, crab, tuna and some special cat candy treats.
We were both happy and contented. Then on the third day, I began to sneeze, then my eye's and nose spilled out the truth.
I went to my Doctor and started on the dreaded allergy medicine again.
I had to put Paws outside, and I was devastated.
He sat looking in at my dining room window, meowing and begging to come back in.
I called the animal shelter to see if they would take him, and to my delight the woman said that a woman had been in that morning looking for a cat for her two children. She told me that she would call her and call me back. She called back and said that they wanted my Paws and he would be loved and have a good home.
It took me a few days to stop crying, but I knew it was the right thing to do.
My psyche asked me, " Ruby you have tried so many times, will you never learn?
My eye's and nasal congestion is clearing up after I fumigated my house, so I know I will survive, but some things are so difficult for me to understand.
Oh well, I still have my outside birds, and Paws really liked to sit in the window watching them eat at the feeder. In fact, he got overly excited. So perhaps he's in a happy home away from outside temptations.
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