You may want to contact a dermatologist or your doctor and ask them about low-dose allergen therapy. We do this with dogs all the time. Do allergy test to isolate what they are allergic to, then the allergy company created a low dose shots for the dogs to get. They get very low-dose shots of the very thing they are allergic to. The concentration grdually increases. This gives the body time to build up antibodies to the allergen. Helping them to become immune to what they are allergic to.

My allergy is now very mild. Red, itchy eyes if I forget to wash my hands after handling a cat and occasionally sneezing. But I really think that the frequent exposure to cats has help me build up more of an immunity to their allergens.

If you want a career as a vet tech – Go To School for it. Get a Bachelors of Science degree for it.

Not only will you get great comprehensive & complete training, being licensed will let you perform more medical related tasks than non-licensed techs, and you will be paid more for it.
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A physician may use this technique on humans to rid YOU of allergies too.

Ok..Re-Write…I see YOU have the allergy..Duh…Sorry…But Naet..it works..look on line for a Doc who practices it.

See a PHYCIAN who Practices NAET–it works
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I had a cat named Spike, whom I rescued when he was about 3 weeks old from certain death on a cold, wet October night and came to love. Once in a place where I lived, someone came in, in the middle of the night while I was asleep. Spike was about 2 or 3 years old at the time. He got up on the bed andl, with the gentle, tiny front teeth that a momma cat uses to carry her babies from an old nest to a new one, he nipped on my eyelids to make me open my eyes, and then he stood on the bed and stared. When I closed my eyes again, he nipped again, and stared, and jumped down off the bed, and stared, to get me to get up and look. The light frightened the person away, but he could have saved my life.

He also had a window seat, and he would sit there and survey the back yard. So he knew what was normal and what was not. Whenever he saw anything that he knew was not right, he would sit and growl, which alerted me to anything unusual in the back yard. Of course, he growled when he saw the meter reader, as well as when he saw the guy running through the back areas of the neighborhood (to this day, I don’t know why). But he was as helpful as any watch dog.

Warren Eckstein, in his book, "How to get your cat to do what you want it to" tells of an apparently famous supermodel, whom he does not name, who owned a big, friendly male cat. The cat got along with everybody and was always welcoming of her friends. But there was this one boyfriend of hers that the cat just did not like at all, and he would not permit the guy to play with him. One evening when the guy was at her house, the woman told him something he didn’t want to hear — nothing awful, but just some mundane thing or other. And the guy flew into a rage and started to hit the woman. But the cat stopped him. The cat got up on a door and jumped on the guy’s head and shoulders, and began hissing and scratching and biting the guy, so his mistress could get to the phone and call the cops.

Another true story I read in Family Circle, sometime in the past 5 – 7 years. A young mother was working in her kitchen. She had a small baby, a newborn, and she had the baby monitor hooked up, so she could hear if her child, in the nursery, wakend and began to cry. All of a sudden, she heard this unearthyly howling from the family cat, right into the baby monitor microphone. It was a hair-raising sound, gave her goose bumps, and she ran to the nursery. There she found the cat up on the chest, howling into the baby monitor microphone, and she found her baby cyanotic from having aspirated some upchuck. The cat saw the situation and saved the baby’s life.

As I say, I saw this article in Family Circle (or maybe Woman’s Day) a few years ago. It was in there because the cat was being given some kind of award.

I have a wonderful article up on my kitchen cupboard from the New York Times in 2003. The byline is Andrea Elliott; the headline reads "6 Hostages Held at Gunpoint, and an Angry Cat to the Rescue" Seems that Leonard Rzepnicki, who was unemployed at the time and living on Nagle Avenue in Inwood, was home with his wife one weekend afternoon. They had a pot of neck bones and beans on the stove cooking and expected some friends to drop by for beans and rice and to watch the game on TV. They also had a cat named — are your ready for this? — Boo Boo Kitty. A couple of friends had arrived, and somebody knocked at the door with the third person they were expecting. But that person had been accosted in the hall by a guy-packing addict in need of a fix, and when they opened the door to the one, the other came in too.

The guy wanted money. Mr. Rzepnicki didn’t have any. The guy took everybody into the bedroom and told them to strip, which of course, they did. At this point apparently, Boo Boo Kitty figured out something was a bit wrong, and she decided to investigate. So into the bedroom she saunters, and of course the addict saw her. Mr. Rzepnicki told the guy not to hurt the cat, but of course the guy was an idiot, and he tried to make nice with Boo Boo Kitty, and he picked her up. Boo Boo for her part definitely didn’t like the looks of this stranger or the feel of the situation. So she scratched the daylights out of him, and he dropped her. Mad as hell and lacking all common sense, the addict for her. The cat took off. The addict followed in hot pursuit.

Mr. Rzepnicki saw his chance and made a break for it. Clad only in his birthday suit, he burst from his apartment, tore down the hall, hailed a neighbor, and called the cops, who swarmed the place and warned the neighbors to stay inside because a shoot-out was in progress. Said one 44-year-old woman who watched the commotion with her 14-year-old son and was afraid to give her name ‘That’ll put you back in your apartment.’

"When the police entered Apartment 10-G, the man pointed a gun at them, and one officer shot him in the torso . . . " "The man, whom police have not identified, was in serious but stable condition last night at Columbia Presbyterian Medical Center, they said."

"I really think that cat saved my life," said Leonard Rzepnicki.

If you are writing a paper, I will give you some more information. People have cohabited with dogs for eons and eons, sharing their living space with them. Cats however, have a very, very high protein diet, and so — this is the truth — their POOP is very stinky. And as a general rule, you can take a dog out to go potty and he will, but cats are not as easily trained to the leash, and so you can’t do the same thing with them. That and because (particularly when we were primarily a rural country) cats kept the barn mouse population under control, are the reasons why cats didn’t live inside with us.

Until 1947 when a farmer who was not especially successful as a farmer, and who foolishly bought a farm with a lot of clay bottom land, during a drought when the clay was iron-hard, took some and ground it and began to sell it house-to-house out of the trunk of his car — and thereby invented KITTY LITTER. (I read his obituary in the New York Times sometime within the past 5-6 years, and that is how I know this story. He died wealthy, of course.) It was this invention that permitted the phenomenon of the indoor cat.

But that is the reason so much less is known about cats than about dogs. Because we only began rooming with them full time about 60 years ago. I actually heard this fact mentioned in a presentation at the annual Iams Cat Show in Madison Square Garden this past September. I mean, I had known about the invention of kitty litter from the NYT obituary, but I had not realized the significance of it until the woman mentioned it as part of her presentation.

In any event, we humans are only now beginning to appreciate cats and to really understand them. When I was a child, we believed that cats were mysterious and sneaky and aloof, and that they were capable of terrible acts of jealousy and even evil. Actually, they are very bright creatures. (Martha Steward, known for her animals, had a cat in the days before cell phones, who watched her run out into the kitchen to answer the phone enough times, that the cat, when she heard the phone ring, came to jump up on the counter, knock the phone out of its cradle, and meow into the speaker), who are intimately familiar with their territory (your home), who know what is right, and when something is wrong. They are profoundly bonded to their human roommates and are every bit as loyal as dogs and profoundly loving and caring.

There should be lots and lots of responses to your question. I sure hope I’ve been helpful. Good luck with your paper.
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