Cannot Have

A cat, that is. We went and visited a breeder of Ragdoll cats on Sunday. They're absolutely beautiful creatures. I could go on but I haven't much inclination to blog right now so to put it simply, we're not going to get one. Doc says no, S says no, everyone says no. If I go ahead, it just means bad parenting. Sarah is quite allergic, who knows if Matt and Sophie will get sensitized with time? I'm prepared to deal with the discomfort myself but the kids don't have a choice. For a while I considered isolating Sarah from the cat but it won't be very feasible. I must say the disappointment was pretty severe. The kids were ok but I think I wept a little when I had lunch by myself yesterday. Not quite crying into my wanton mee but I know my heart broke. I felt somewhat better after buying a pair of shoes and a handbag at Charles & Keith later on. A new 22-inch flat panel monitor would probably help a bit also. What else... hmm...