I am allergic to cheese, which I think is of similar bigness to being allergic to cats. I know I am missing out on something really cool.

We've spent all day telling Min tales, from the drop bear impersonations through to her luggage fetish ("Did you pack that bag yourself, madam?" "Yes. Unless it contains a dead rat. Then the cat helped.")

I am a bit teary at the fact my flist is so lovely and tolerant of my mad cat ladydom. J has madder cat mandom, I may need to knit him a bobbly hat ...