Kitten

I'll be the first to admit that this wasn't the best decision. It was base entirely on a desire: I want a cat. I have wanted a cat since I arrived in Korea, I miss the cat I left in Toronto, I thought I was in need of fur therapy.

Granted, it is delightful to be woken up with soft mewing and purring, paws in my face and nose in my hair, but I have also been rudely reminded of the fact that I am more than slightly allergic to felines and perhaps more so now that I haven't been around them for over 10 months. I am also leaving the country in less than two months. I already have a large sized box in the middle of my already-cramped studio apartment to fill with things to send home in the post. So the box, plus the assorted piles of things to be packed, plus the paths that I require to actually do anything in my place (for example, reach the fridge, bathroom, or front door), plus a small ball of fur jumping madly around my ankles...well, it makes for a frustrating existence.

But it is delightful to be woken up with soft mewing and purring, paws in my face and nose in my hair.