One of the advantages of being adopted is that I don’t have the allergy issues that my dad and my brothers have. Bless their hearts, they walk around for most of spring (and summer and fall) with sinus pressure and watery eyes, popping Zyrtec as though it came out of a brand new Pez dispenser. Mr. CPQ has allergies as well and after hearing talk of an itchy mouth all day yesterday, it seems as though he’s passed that little blessing onto Tommy.
It doesn’t help that it is spring in North Carolina and that means the pine trees are assuring their survival well into the next millenium by releasing clouds of choking mist into the air that have settled onto every exposed square millimeter and colored my world a greenish hue. It also doesn’t help that our resident psycho kitty has taken to the dust as though it were catnip.
See those bare spots in the driveway?
That would be where he has ROLLED IN POLLEN because apparently he doesn’t get enough jollies walking through the forest, scooping up all the field mice and bopping them on the head.
And once he’s finished sweeping the driveway? This, THIS is what I’m left with:
I may have allergies after all; I think I’m allergic to cats.
Have a nice day.