The Friday night I was in Chicago, I went to a pre-wedding cocktail party. It was fun - people were really friendly, which was good, because I knew exactly three of them, two of whom were the bride and groom. (And the other of whom I had met eight days before.)
When I got back, Grrrbear was asleep, so Grrrcat had been wandering the apartment alone for a while. Grrrcat likes people. If there are people, he really, really wants to be where they are. I'm allergic to cats so he wasn't allowed in my room. Every time I went in there, he'd start throwing himself against the door, then doing this:
It was pretty endearing. Here's what the rest of him looks like:
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Awwwww! How mean of you to be allergic to that sweet cat!
I know! I felt bad. I actually didn't have any allergy problems at all while I was there. Which may be thanks to the medication.
Coloradan - that's the absolute funniest response I've heard to admitting allergies. I'm using it forever and ever.
Guest: "Oh, cats? I'm allergic."
Me: "Seriously? You jerk. What did my cats ever do to you?"
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