Drat the Cat!

For some time, I've been in a dilemma about our cats and the allergy I seem to have developed. The other day I took some Claritin I had sitting around, and voila, I'm breathing much better, and no more itchy eyes or sneezing. The picture is of Lisa Marie, our older cat. She's very sweet but has a bad habit of bumping our heads at night. If we close the door in the hall to our bedrooms, she cries and that wakes me up. The head-bumping is intermittant, but not the crying. We go back and forth on how to handle this.

She's taken to slipping outside again. She used to do this frequently when she was younger. She's very clever and waits until you're bringing groceries in. The few times she's done it lately, it's been cold and/or rainy, so she didn't stay long. Evans is the only one who can catch her. Oddly enough, our other cat, Mia Hamm, doesn't ever try to go outside, in fact, has hated it on the few occasions we've taken her out. We figure that's because she started life as an outdoor kitty and wound up at the Humane Society shelter due to an injury, so she knows what a cold, cruel world it is out there.

On a sad note, Lundy's daddy died last night. He had suffered with severe Alzheimer's for some time, so they lost him long ago, and are at peace with it. Still, pray for Lundy and her family, if you will.