Of course, I can not pass by #-cat quietly. This summer I met such representatives of the feline world. Charming animals! I love cats very much, but this love is not always mutual.
The strange thing is that the manifestation of an allergic reaction is not due to any specific factors. It's not about wool, as it may seem. Even hairless “leathery” ones caused allergies, others of the same “class” did not! The soft and fluffy ones, which I squeezed, from which I was delighted - suppressed, apparently, allergies by their beauty. At the same time, other, no less cute woolen ones made my eyes water and my nose sneeze for some reason.
I don't know if it's possible, or maybe it's just psychosomatic, but it's possible to negotiate with your body about taking cats. Or can't? Or maybe it's just a sign? Maybe the cat, like flowers, is an incorruptible indicator of something specific? I love those furry purrs!