Dear Diary......

I'm never much of a pet person. 

It's not that I hate animals. Rather, I adored them since I was a little boy no taller than my mother's knee.

I remember the time when I met the first pet animal in my life. 

A Scottish Terrier. With incredible amount of fur that covered even its very eyes. I always wondered how it could see without walking into poles or people's legs. At that time, I thought it had extrasensory mental power.

I asked if I could have a dog of my own. My mother even approved of it too.

It was when I petted the first animal in my life - did I understand what Anaphylactic shock meant.

... Turns out, I had a severe case of allergies to animal fur... ALL animals.

We can't even keep goldfish in the house, I'm hypersensitive to their scales.

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I am guilty, for being the only reason why my little sisters, Emilia and Izabela, could never get a pet. Even if they know of my problem, they can't help but give me looks of scorn every time they see their classmates pull their St. Bernard.

Even my older sister, Ludwika, had to suffer... But lucky for her, she is currently studying overseas at a Musical Academy.

She keeps an Indian Flying Fox bat in her dorm. Ludwika writes about it all the time. Calls it 'Happy'... because it makes her happy. Not the other way around.

However, whenever she comes over to visit, not only does she have to leave her beloved animal behind thousands of miles worth of sea and land - she is forced to sterilize all of her clothing and baggage.

Before we could so much as shake hands...

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So, upon seeing the Witch I took in, freely playing with this small Calico Cat on the kitchen floor...

I can't help but feel incredibly jealous... ACHOO!

~Frédéric Franciszek Chopin