Cats in exile

T had allergy tests last week and modern medical technology has determined that she is allergic to planet Earth.  Despite Krypton's willingness to let earthlings adopt their young, they refuse reciprocity (or maybe their planet blew up...) so T is stuck on Mother Earth.  And due to the meddling of morally superior, Latte sipping, Birkenstock wearing, granola eating environmentalists, we can't cut down all the trees and burn the grass.  So we are stuck changing our diets to avoid anything made with wheat, soy, milk, nuts, or eggs.  Brown rice is ok but white rice isn't (this is when I start to suspect they make up this stuff).  And Felicia and Dinah are exiled--nay, banished!--because of their refusal to keep their dander AND saliva to themselves. For the record, I can't recall any slobbering cat episodes but they do shed hair and presumably dander prolifically as the cylinder of our vacuum consistently demonstrates. 

C took the news well all things considered.  (Of course, when T gave him the choice of cats or mommy, it does put the boy in an awkward position.  Fortunately he had the savvy to choose mommy to stay.)  He loved having Dinah lay with him as he went to sleep.  M will miss roughly picking them up and carrying them around or flopping on top of them as they slept peacefully in the sun.  E will miss poking them and bellowing "No Kitty" before chasing them around the house--"For no reason" as C would say.

Everyone came along this evening to return the cats to the adoption center where we got them.  They were rather aggravated about being penned in the carrying cases and moved to the new environment and were hissing and bellowing when moved into their room.  We opened their cases but they stayed in them until after we left.  The kids had a grand time playing with all the other cats and moving from room to room to see the cats. 

When we got home, C drew a picture of Dinah to keep to remember her.