I fucking love my cat. She's fucking ace.
I've become severley allergic to her which is a bit upsetting because she still tries to sneak into my bedroom, which i need to keep as the only cat free zone in the house.
She sits outside my room crying, trying to claw her way in underneath the door. Thought she would have given up by now given that she's almost 11, but she knows i'm her boy.
She's loyal. She knows i'm the gaffer. She comes looking for me if she wants a play fight.
It's a bit gutting when you think about it. I can literally only be around her for a few minutes because it makes me feel shit - dizzy, rashy and knackered. Gone way past the sneezing stage. Common sense should tell me to get rid, but how can you when you've been buds for 10 years? It's shit, but she's fucking ace.