That cat has always been scarily 'in touch' with what I'm feeling. She goes to bed when I do, comes into my room when I wake up, leaves when I want her to, and is there when I want her to be. And she only ever comes to me. It's possibly no surprise, if you believe in that sort of cross-specie connection (which I don't, or didn't), that she monitors my girlfriends!
It seems that this in-built weakness to cats (the scary thing being - the last girl wasn't actually allergic to cats - it developed entirely from when she met me) is a sure sign of a faltering, or soon to be faltering, relationship with me.
So I think when I next go looking for a better half, instead of cheesy pick-up lines, I think the first thing I'll ask is: "are you allergic to cats...?"
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