no more purrs? :(
You know what is the absolutely saddest thing that I discovered while in England? That in the years since I had Neko, I have become horribly allergic to cats.
Every single one of the places that we stayed in - including Scott's house and his friend's place in Edinburgh - had at least one cat, sometimes two. And stupid, stupid me, I had brought the wrong packet of allergy medicine. Instead of the one that I thought was a full packet, I had brought the one that I had nearly used up. And it turned out that the allergy medicine that was in England was completely useless for me, including the generic version of Claritin.
In the two weeks I was in England I barely got any sleep. Scott barely got any sleep because my cat asthma was so extreme. Every single night I was wheezing and hacking away, but once we were out in the open air again I was fine. In Edinburgh we ended up having to run away to a hostel because the spare bed there was covered in cat fur. That was the only night I managed to have a good night's sleep.
This is so sad. I mean, how can I be an organic farmer and not have a cat to keep the mice away?! Or not have a cat to purr in my lap when I am reading the New Yorker and having a cup of tea on a rainy day? (This is my favourite memory that I associate with Neko.)
Every single one of the places that we stayed in - including Scott's house and his friend's place in Edinburgh - had at least one cat, sometimes two. And stupid, stupid me, I had brought the wrong packet of allergy medicine. Instead of the one that I thought was a full packet, I had brought the one that I had nearly used up. And it turned out that the allergy medicine that was in England was completely useless for me, including the generic version of Claritin.
In the two weeks I was in England I barely got any sleep. Scott barely got any sleep because my cat asthma was so extreme. Every single night I was wheezing and hacking away, but once we were out in the open air again I was fine. In Edinburgh we ended up having to run away to a hostel because the spare bed there was covered in cat fur. That was the only night I managed to have a good night's sleep.
This is so sad. I mean, how can I be an organic farmer and not have a cat to keep the mice away?! Or not have a cat to purr in my lap when I am reading the New Yorker and having a cup of tea on a rainy day? (This is my favourite memory that I associate with Neko.)