As a child I was very allergic to cats, so I never much cared for them because of the physical discomfort they caused me. They seemed aloof anyway and seemed to distance themselves, probably because I would never allow them to come close to me. In fact, I avoided them like the plague. But when our family moved to the country, a cute little calico cat started hanging around the backyard. She was friendly and affectionate, running to me like a dog when she saw me. She nibbled at breadcrumbs I threw out for the birds until I, the old softie, provided her with her very own cat food and a little dog house for her to sleep in under our deck. I went door to door in the neighborhood, trying to see if anyone owned her, but nobody claimed her.
Eight years later Meow-Meow and two of her sons, Colin and Booie, are now indoor cats and much-valued members of the household. My brother adopted her other two sons, Bailey and Brindle, and they are spoiled rotten! My immune system seems to have readjusted because I am no longer allergic to them. And, I have become a lover of cats. Go figure.