Luther reached down to pick up the new kitty that Ginger had gotten for her twelfth birthday. It was so adorable. Luther loved Kitties. Not that they exactly loved him, though. It wasn't that kitties would attack him or anything. Well, not intentionally. As soon as he picked up the black and white kitty, his eyes started to water and his breath hitched in his nose. He closed his eyes, nose flared. Ek-shoo, Ek shoo, Etch-shoo . He groaned and handed the kitten back to Ginger leaving the Thatcher house with a box of tissues, sneezing the whole way home.