And my eyes wouldn't stop itching either and watering and blurring and everything else that went along with feline-fueled allergies.
So cats became a thing of my past, as did so many other things as I emerged from childhood and grew into adulthood.
But it's funny how circular life is. And when my son became increasingly adoring of the kitties at grandma's house, and the mice became increasing fond of the cozy spaces in my house, I made an executive decision...
Tom arrived several months ago after a thorough vetting process that went something like this:
Me: "Hey Will, next time you're at Grandma's house, pick us out one of those kitties."
And that's how we ended up with Tom. In hindsight, I could've been more specific in my directions, like that we needed a female, since they tend to be better mousers, and that the cat should show some signs of initiative, i.e. energy...
But he is irresistibly cute. And incredibly loving, sweet, and tolerant...even to those belonging to the rodent race.
Hmm. That didn't play out like I'd hoped.
On the plus side, it did force me to find another way to deal with those persistent pests, which in turn, lead to the creation of my new Peppermint Rodent Repellant. And it's working great!
So now we're all happy--me, Will, Tom. Even my husband seems okay with the situation. The only ones who aren't so pleased are the mice!
And I'm okay with that.
So once again I've been reminded that things don't always work out like I planned...
Tom may not be the best mouser or the most energetic kitty in the world, but he sure has made Will one of the happiest boys in the world.
And, as a mother, that means more than anything else.
Even if I do need an allergy pill every now and then!