Sunday
Oct122008
The Party Invite

I'm allergic to cats. No way around it and no matter how much allergy medication I take, it can be a pretty miserable experience for me when I'm in the presence of a cat.
Lots of my friends have cats and I usually just grin and bare it when I visit their homes. I never touch them, and of course the cat will sense my fear and will promptly rub their body on my leg.
Which brings me to a recent conversation I had with Tom:
I can handle 2 or 3, but 7 cats is a bit daunting. I think we're going to the party, but we probably won't stay very long.
Lots of my friends have cats and I usually just grin and bare it when I visit their homes. I never touch them, and of course the cat will sense my fear and will promptly rub their body on my leg.
Which brings me to a recent conversation I had with Tom:
Tom: So, did you get my email about the party at B's house?
Me: Oh yeah. Sounds good, we're free.
Tom: Oh, so you want to go? I wasn't sure. I thought you might want to go because they're fundraising for Prop. 2
Me: What's Prop 2?
Tom: It involves animals.
Me: Oh really?
Tom: Yeah, it wants to make it illegal to cage animals in spaces where they can't even turn around or move
Me: Nice. We should definitely go!
Tom: Did I mention that they have cats?
Me: Oh...well, B is a clean freak so it'll be okay.
Tom: They have *seven* cats.
Me: SEVEN cats?!?!?! (mouth wide open)
Tom: Seven cats.
I can handle 2 or 3, but 7 cats is a bit daunting. I think we're going to the party, but we probably won't stay very long.

