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I live in a nice house in Toronto's Portuguese Village. It's a nice house, in good stead, with a back patio and a front yard filled entirely with rose bushes. I share the house with six other people, including the landlord, and with a total of--I believe; the number apparently varies--six cats. I've never lived with cats before. Certainly I've seen cats, and my mother's relatives have cats of their own, but I've never had any very sustained exposure to cats. I've certainly never lived with cats. But, here I am.

It's unsurprising that I'm allergic to cats, since I'm allergic to quite a few things. I had the worst time on my first day at the house, when my tongue broke out into little red bumps and I began getting hives on my exposed arms. Things are much better now, since I've cleaned my room of cat fur and have apparently become somewhat acclimated. It's nice to know that I probably won't die of respiratory failure.

I'm still processing the feline experience, but the thing that strikes me about cats compared to dogs--at least, compared to my family's late and dearly-departed pet dog Lady back on PEI--is the degree to which cats are independent-minded. Cats have a very active and sometimes contradictory intelligence all their own. They seem to exist quite autonomously--from what, I'm not certain, but they do.

Perhaps this will trigger periodic bouts of catblogging. Who knows?
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