My parents love their cats more than me

They couldn’t care less that I’m allergic

Ever since I can remember there has always been at least one cat roaming my house.

Having an asthmatic daughter who is incredibly allergic to these furry felines has not stopped my ‘rents buying, adopting or breeding them for sixteen years. Cheers.

The couple who have caused this cat nightmare.

The couple who have caused this cat nightmare.

Just so you can appreciate the amount of cats I’ve endured, here are just some of the ones that I can remember:

  • Pudding
  • Button (aka Bum Cat)
  • Twix
  • Smarties
  • Nutmeg
  • Nugget
  • Ron
  • Rolo
  • Aero
  • George
  • Sooty
  • Sweep (aka. Mum Cat)
  • Chubby Black
  • Nora
  • Dora
  • Not to mention all Mum Cat’s kittens who we didn’t name and gave away (that’s 4 litters btw). What a slag.
Mum cat - what a slut

Mum cat – what a slut

Why-oh-why do my parents continue to have cats when I begin a fit of sneezing when one enters the room. I’m a recluse in my own home unable to leave my bedroom without a roll of tissue and an antihistamine.

Allergic reactions are the wuuuuurrrst.

Allergic reactions are the wuuuuurrrst.

I am not the spawn of Satan and yes, I do have a soul. They are cute to look at (kittens even more so) but it’s hard to ‘awww’ at them when you catch them shitting on your bedroom floor.

Don't give me that look, i still hate you.

Don’t give me that look, i still hate you.

And when two kitten litters are scuttling around the place, the high pitch meowing of newborns and the trail of piss and liquid poo that follows them soon gets old. Someone take them away.

Just don't shit or you can do one.

Just don’t shit or you can do one.

I miss leaving food un-covered; turn your back for one second and the cats have eaten everything in sight. I’m also fed up of taking a bite of my dinner and having to pull cat hairs from my tongue.


Believe me, it’s a mutual hatred. I’m frequently attacked by George when I’m nodding off on the sofa (little shit).

Look at those evils

Look at those evils

It was bliss coming to uni knowing that I would no longer have to put up with them. I barely need to use my inhaler and I can’t remember the last time I had to dose up on Benadryl. I do dread going back home though and it’s all the fault of my parents.

So it’s time for them to decide.

It’s me or the cats.


piss off cat, let me take a selfie