Twist

All my life I've loved the kitties.

Even when I was 6, I remember living in Toa Payoh and going downstairs to this old neighbours apartment. He had an enormous ginger tom. Huge. Biggest cat I've ever seen. From nose to butt, I remember him being, at least, a foot and half. And he was so placid! He's sit there, too large to squeeze through the door grills, and people who walked by would stop to talk to him. He was one of the neighbourhood's characters and he was well known indeed.

Like doggies. OH I like doggies and I'll accost most dog owners out with their pooches, just so I could have a pet. But I really, really love the kitties. Have always dreamed of having my own. When I was younger, I always told myself that soon! one day! I would have a score of them to keep me company at home. At least 3 or 4, so that I would be surrounded with warm fuzzy bodies when I went to sleep at night.

And it's finally dawned on me that the man I love is allergic to cats. Seriously allergic. As in, face swells, cannot breath allergic. Obviously, the man wins over the kitties, because I will not have anything that harms even a single hair of the MasterChief around the place.


But how's that for bloody irony, eh?