When I was a kid, I loved cats. I especially loved kittens. I would run through the neighborhood petting and cuddling with all the neighborhood cats. I was delighted when my cousins got new kittens, they were just about the cutest thing I had ever seen.
My mom always knew that I had been out chasing cats. She knew because when I came home my eyes would be red, there would be tears streaming down my face, and I would be covered in snot. All of this because I am allergic to cats. My dad is more allergic than I am. Everytime I got a chance to wish, whether it was a shooting star or a birthday cake full of candles, I always made the same wish.
"I wish for 3 more wishes. Then I wish that I was not allergic to cats, that my dad was not allergic to cats, and that we can get a kitten."
As I got older I avoided cats more and more because I understood the trouble they caused me. Cats also understand the trouble they cause me and they are always able to pick me out of a crowd to come rub against.
Because of all this cat drama in my life, I no longer love them like I once did. I don't hate them, but I don't love them either.
The lady who sits next to me at work LOVES cats. This made it very awkward when two of my coworkers recently stopped by to chat at my desk.
Friend 1 and Friend 2 (I have to protect their identities because I know a lot of you out there are crazy cat people) were at my desk. Friend 1 mentioned how she had to get rid of her dog. She mentioned how she missed him, but her family just couldn't take care of a dog. Friend 2 mentioned how he was about to get rid of his cat. Friend 2 loves animals and has a ton of pets, but his cat was getting very old and was squirting liquid cat poo all over the house. Friend 2 mentioned that he would probably have to put the cat down, and that the cat was currently locked in the basement. The cat was in the basement to avoid further mess and to help with the heart break of when it would eventually be put down.
We probably joked about this a little more than we should have. I realized it had gone too far when the woman who sits next to me got up and left her desk in a huff 3 or 4 times.
After my friends had left, I tried to break the ice by bringing up the cat conversation. She was super pissed and said that she had a few choice words she wanted to share with them, but held herself back because she was at work. I thought maybe we joked a little too much about it, but I didn't think it was that bad. I had no idea what to say. All I could say is, "I have no response to that." Then I turned around and faced my computer again.
Now that I think about it, that response could get me out of a lot of strange situations. Someone says something rude, annoying, or just bizaar...I say, "I have no response to that" and walk away. I love it.
Do you have a good saying to instantly end a conversation? Do you want to share it? Would you have told off my friends for talking about killing their cats? Do you think that cats are very sneaky and definitely go after allergic people because they know they can cause trouble?
I know, RIGHT?
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