All you hear on the news here is about what an awful Spring it is for pollen counts. I can imagine what you're thinking, it's the desert at Casa De Housecat, how much pollen can there possibly be?
Well, it's been a very wet Spring here. In desert talk that means that out of 365 days of the year it has rained for approximately 2 hours which is just enough to get the meager foliage here to pollinate like its an Olympic sport (do I hear Jim and Bob?).
Now normally I could care less about stupid pollen, and neither could my parents. Suddenly allergies have kicked in for both of them and they're a sniffling, wheezing, and rubbing mess. Cue cat-lifting winds and it's a recipe for trouble.
I wait by my back door for the joy that is My Porch and I'm told that the family is staying in. I offer to go it alone, and I'm turned down. Not only don't they want to spend time on the porch, they claim I might get pollen crusted as I loll about.
I am a Pollen Hater not a Pollinator.