For starters, I’m pretty sure that I have a cat allergy. I have been pretty sure about this for a while now, but lack of testing recently has allowed me to consider the possibility that I don’t. For example, Nathaniel’s apartment doesn’t bother me much at all, and I can’t tell whether my eyes are red b/c of pets or getting no cards all night. 
but anyway, last night added to the mounting evidence that I do indeed have a cat/pet allergy. the problem is that I really love animals, even when they wake me up at 4am because they think that your moving an appendance in your sleep is an invitation to play “kill the animal under the quilt”. The “sit on their face” game is another favorite, but that one caused my eyes to burn more than being tear-gassed by police at a WeDon’tWantOurSuckyAssPresidentToDoMoreStupidShit rally in D.C… seriously, I looked like the “before” picture from a Visine commercial.
apparently this has turned into a “stories about my pet” post, so here’s mine:
When I lived in Santa Cruz my girlfriend’s cat loved to wake me up by licking my jawline/chin. As long as I hadn’t shaved in the middle of the night this was ok, since I had enough stubble to be about the same roughness as a cat’s tongue; maybe that’s why he liked it? dunno. but it’s a pretty cool way to wake up, actually, once you’re used to it - much better than sitting on the face or sinking claws into vulnerable skin.
