I am convinced that many-a-cat has inhibited my ability to grow friendships as a late 30-something.

A lot of people I like, like cats. 

I don’t like cats. 

I’m not a big ‘ole meanie, but felines are basically my archnemisises. Archnemisi? My enemies. 

I’m not sure where everything went wrong, but at some point I developed childhood asthma. For me, cats=no air (and not the song by Jordin Sparks as featured on season 4 of So You Think You Can Dance.) It’s okay. I’ll wait here while you check out the video. It’s all good. 

Continuing on…

Most of my friends who have cats know that I have to choose breathing over visiting their house.  It’s kinda selfish, I know, but that’s how it has to be. 

So that’s my vent for the day. 

Over and out.