Hello hello
I haven't posted in a bit, but don't call the papers now that I have. :-P
The news of the day is that I finally broke down and told my wife that she could have a cat. She's wanted a cat for at least 5 years now, ever since she moved out of her mom's house.
I, however, have rather bad allergies that prevent just such an occurance.
After spending some time over at
animecat's house, I came to realize that perhaps my allergies aren't so bad, and I might could even acclimatize. Time spent at my grandparents house for Christmas in Houston further added weight to this conclusion. So, I told her she could get one.
So, yesterday, she finds one and brings it home. My allergies not too bad, except for one time where I rubbed my eye BEFORE washing my hands....tears and redness later...
But, now, I talk to my wife this morning, and she thinks she made the wrong decision. Not on the cat, per se, but rather to having one at all. We are keeping the doors to the bedrooms closed, the master becuase my one rule was that the cat stays OUT of the bedroom so at least I can sleep. The second BR b/c it's the computer room, and I don't want to come home to fried kitty. The third b/c it's the guest room, Dave was in there last, and we keep it closed anyway. (sorry Dave, had to get that one in).
Stack that on top of the fact that we're both out mostly everyday, and Erin thinks this was a bad idea.
My response was, "Erin, she'll sleep most of the time anyway. Make sure there's food and water for her, and go on to work." I did tell her that if she really doesn't want to do this, she needs to decide NOW, before the cat (who is yet to be named) proclaims our house home. I want to give her a chance, lord knows I knew what I was getting into when I told her she could have one. I don't understand why she didn't. She's the one who had cats before, this is my first one.
Details later.
~DM