I was planning to write about a recent medical diagnosis tonight, but I decided at the last minute to head out of town early to spend the weekend with a friend. This change of plans actually presented me with another problem I can discuss briefly without having to hang in the comments to answer questions that I'm certain the medical diary will elicit.
So what is my problem? My problem is Coffee. The cat.
Brenda and I have been friends for almost six years. I met her when I started graduate school, she was a couple of years ahead of me, and we quickly bonded over our love of food, beer, and dirty jokes about genitalia. Anyway, as luck would have it, I landed a college teaching job a short drive from her first academic placement out of grad school. So we've continued to hang out, at least once every other month, since I graduated.
Anyway, we have a blast every time one of us visits the other for the weekend. We eat, we laugh, we drink beer, we eat more food, we drink more beer. Only one problem. She has a cat, an adorable cat named Coffee. I love Coffee, but I am allergic to me. To make matters worse, she loves strangers. When a new person enters the room, she demands that she be allowed to sit on your lap and at least one hand must be scratching you at all times. And at night, guess where Coffee wants to sleep.
I spend my waking hours blocking her from jumping on me while she ignores pleas from my friend to sit in her lap. At night, she inevitably crawls into bed with me and I wake up with a cat snuggled somewhere on or around my face. No matter how many allergy pills I swallow, I scratch and sneeze and my eyes get red and puffy. I can't bring myself to scare her off because she is so sweet and cute.
Ugh. So what is your problem this evening?