Of moves and cats and sneezes

It’s been a bit quiet on here of late. This is largely due to having just moved - apparently the second or third most stressful thing you can do with your life according to a Large List Of Stressful Things. Currently my life is full of boxes of stuff that I obviously don’t need because I haven’t unpacked them yet; a loooong list of thing DIY to do; and a cat.

The cat has been fostered by my brother for the past two years while we’ve been gadding around the country, so while it’s nice to have him back (in a “I’ve really missed being affectionately headbutted at 0500 every morning” kind of way), it seems that my immune system has taken advantage of his absence over the last two years to develop a really quite impressive cat allergy. Which is turning into something of a problem, because as cats go, he’s very affectionate - hence the headbutting at 0500. We brought him back up from London by car - initially in a box, but after about 50 miles and some really quite impressively harmonic yowling, on the non-driver’s knee - and by the end of the journey my nose was running like a tap and I was scratching my arms like I’d contracted galloping scabies. Now he’s reverted to his previous habits of climbing onto the desk and sitting ‘twixt owner and keyboard, so I’m typing this through a cloud of feline allergens and attempting not to sneeze.

Hopefully my immune system will calm down again, otherwise I’m faced with a choice of eating Benadryl like Smarties for the forseeable future, or shrink-wrapping the damn creature. And if he reverts to another of his habits and starts perching on my Powerbook, he’s mittens for sure.

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