For the past couple weeks, I have been on a cleaning kick in the hope that I could really, finally have an allergen-free house. I loved my kitties very much, and I don't think there is anyone on my flist who doubts it, but let's face it: cats are rather filthy, especially older cats with health problems. And one way I have dealt with their loss is to keep myself busy. This time around, "busy" has included vacuuming and scrubbing my house from top to bottom. I haven't had a cat-free house in eighteen years, and I want to see if it makes a difference with my allergies.
I remember a time when I didn't have allergies the way I do now. I often site my year in Davis, CA as the approximate date the allergies really started to bother me. I always sort of blamed it on the rural location of that town, but, you know, I moved away. That should have fixed it. It only occurred to me recently that Davis is also where I lived when I got my kitty Laren.
Maybe this is all futile given the pollen in the air right now, but I still have this hope that cleaning out the cat hair, dander, and dust will somehow make me not quite so Kleenex-dependent.