When I was 9 years old I had a cat named Jynx, he was my first cat actually. I started getting super sick all the time so my mom took me to the doctor to see what was going on. Well, it turned out that I was in fact allergic to cats. Now usually this is the part where some people would say “and so I had to get rid of my cat” ….BUT HELL NO I DID NOT. For the rest of fourth grade I went to school with my eyes swollen as hell and a runny nose because he was my baby. I also had polyps in my nose and had to take nostril sprays and allergy pills.
But he was my buddy…..
He learned how to jiggle the doorknob to let himself out of my room, and sometimes would turn off the lights by jumping up and hitting the switch…
I would let him out at night to explore and do cat things and he would always come back in the morning and sit on our air conditioner. He would see me come out of my room from the window and run to a random door (front/back)…sometimes I’d open the door and he wouldn’t be there because he chose the wrong one and I’d have to wait until he’d realize he made a mistake but he’d always show up.
One day we let him out and the next morning he wasn’t there….and for the rest of the mornings after….I don’t know what happened to him but I still miss that little guy.
I’m still allergic to cats, but well I’m stubborn I guess.
Do you ever just make really weird faces in the mirror while you’re alone followed by the weirdest sounds that could come out of your body? Then you think “thank god no one is here to see this….” Or is it just me? It cant be just me….
Today a girl sat in front of me and pointed at a picture printout and asked “Is it weird that I printed out a picture of a guy I knew in high school?”
Me: *looks at picture* uhhhh
Her: “I’m a stalker.”
Then I realized it was the same girl that asked me a few weeks ago why I dipped my cheetos in hummus and proceeded to smile at me from afar.
I think my life should just be a comic.
Im just gonna hug my cats.