In Which I Defy Genetics

"Thank god I'm not allergic to cats," I thought this morning as I buried my nose in Gus the cat's belly. I already couldn't breathe because of this cold/swine flu/apocalypse in my nose, so that probably would've been the final asphyxiating straw on the snotty camel's back.

My Mom and Brother are both allergic to cats so I'm pleased I managed to dodge this particular bullet. My Dad likes cats more than people so that probably helped.

Here are the two furrball members of our family. Gus (left) is the fiend who constantly schemes times and places to jump Maggie, and Maggie (right) is the one with the ghosts in her eyes.