Wezee

Anyone who knows me well, knows I am not a big fan of cats, primarily because I am allergic to them. This wasn't always the case. I had an orange cat named Barney until I was seven. (Barney's end is a pretty gruesome story, one I will only divulge upon personal request, so as not to frighten any young readers out there.) I was never allergic to Barney, so I guess you can acquire cat allergies. Either way, I don't typically like cats now.

However, I recently befriended a cat in my neighborhood named Wezee. I'm still not sure exactly how you pronounce it...I just call him Weezy. The other day, my friend Heather and I were walking out to my car when I noticed a small cat across the street. He was quickly moving straight towards us. He looked so friendly. He came over and let us scratch him and pet him and he just seemed so happy.

Next thing I know he had jumped onto my car...

...and quickly made himself comfortable.

The other day, my dad was outside walking our dog and he called my cell phone to tell me that Wezee and Higgins had met. I went out there and Wezee was just as friendly as ever. He followed me home and let me scratch him some more.

I'm still amazed at how much I like this cat, but seriously, how could anyone resist that little, contented face?