CATS

I have always had a stigma about cats. Throughout my childhood, I had dogs for pets. Our next door neighbor had so many cats all over the place, I bet she had no idea how many there actually were. Well, they'd wander into our yard and poo so much that my dad decided to have this ugly chain-link fence built around our property. Associating cats with this eyesore to our otherwise cute family abode, made me hate cats even more. Once in a while I'd also see cats laying dead in the middle of the street, or my dad and uncles would just straight pop them with a BB in the backyard.

Two people in my life that I specifically remember having indoor cats were my seamstress and my cousin. Everytime I'd go to their houses, my eyes would immediately start watering up and I'd sneeze incessantly. So I decided I was allergic to cats, but maybe also because I just hated them so much.

Well, this year I am rooming with a girl who has a cat named Nemo. It is a Tabby cat with short hair & orange stripes. As far as appearance, I like that its stripes look like wood grain and its eyes change color throughout the day. I am not allergic to it, thank God. And surprisingly, I think I kinda like it. It doesn't make noise, isn't violent, and it seems to be very attentive and smart. Like the other day, Nemo kept staring at me so I gave it the middle finger, upon which he widened his eyes and looked so shocked like he knew it was a bad thing. He also likes to fucking watch me in the shower through the glass door, like he is amazed by the human anatomy... but shit, what a pervert!