October 17

I got to the mall to walk with Nikki a bit early this morning, so I went inside and sat down on the ground outside Mini Cat Town.

There were numerous kitties of all colors and sizes on the other side of of the window, including these two charmers here. The sweet little black one meowed and batted his eyes at me, as did several others who came and went during the 10 minutes I was observing them. There was also an orange one named Pancake who had the softest-looking fur and another smaller orange who just kept gazing up at me with the most soulful eyes.

I love kitties. Love them. I grew up with them and most of my growing-up memories include cat lore. But then, after the one and only kitty I've had as an adult passed away, I realized just how seriously allergic I am to them.

So --until someone is able to develop the technology to eliminate my allergy completely-- no more kitties for me. It bums me out, but I'm grateful that I can go and sit outside of Mini Cat Town to get the safest kitty-fix I'm going to get.