Cats

I like cats. I really do.

However, I am also wonderfully allergic to them.

This morning, I was up at five so that I could help my housemate grab two cats that need to be returned to her former partner. As a boy (apparently), it was my job to get the cats into their carriers,

Joy.

I succeeded (with only one minor scratch, which has already swelled up like a little volcano of histimine) with ease (natch) and now my housemate, two very sad sounding cats and I are headed down to the Garden State in order to do the great cat exchange on 2009.

I am going to hear this pathetic mewing for another 150 miles.

Such is life.

Oh, and I am covered in cat hair as well.

Great.