This is getting old...

We've been living here with the MIL since February 15th...and I've been sick the entire time we've been here.

Seriously.

I think there have been 2 days that I've actually felt like it was ok to be alive. The worst thing...is that I know what's making me sick.

It's this little creature right here:



No, that's not her (because I'm too lazy to go find my cell phone and take a pic) but it's damn near identical. The only thing, is that I think my MIL's has more hair.

In the short amount of time in living here, I've sort of developed a love/hate type relationship with this cat. She's sweet and lovable, but...

Here's what I've grown to hate:

• Not being able to breathe.
• Coughing, sneezing, wheezing, and being totally and completely miserable for 24 hours a day.
• That I find cat hairs floating through the air over the stove while I'm cooking.
• Taking a bite of food, only to realize that I've just ingested a cat hair.
• Stepping in cat puke made of hair and....something else unidentifiable.
• That she seems to know I'm allergic to her, and suddenly her favorite place to sleep during the day is on MY pillow!
• That no matter how much I vaccuum, I can't sit on any piece of living room furniture without coming away covered in long, white cat hair. ICK!
• The way she follows me around, wanting me to pick her up and hold her, giving me these sad fucking eyes when I start sneezing and have to go blow my nose.

This shit is getting mighty old!

*wanders off to go vacuum her pillow and to contemplate shaving the cat*