After my sister came back from her New York trip I had to keep her cat a bit longer, because sis got sick. Last week, when we belatedly celebrated her birthday, she asked me if I'd keep the cat for good. Somehow and under the condition that she pays for the litter, food and my eyedrops I agreed.

Oh god, I have a cat now! It's a nice to have her around, helps against the loneliness in my apartment. But my allergy! And the scratches (she likes to climb people)! But the biggest reason I never wanted a cat is that eventually they will die and I don't want to have to handle that. It'll be bad enough to lose a cat that doesn't live with me. My mom has a cat and she's the best cat ever, but unfortunately she's getting old. I don't want to ever lose her, but when it happens one good thing will come from it at least: my mom will take my sister's cat.