Cats produce an addictive neurotoxin which causes cat-ladies and other illnesses.

 

The oddity of life is often how things you dislike are needed to maintain the things you do.  Take feral cats, for example.

 

My neighborhood had feral cats for a LONG time.  I personally dislike cats.  A) We both serve the same master and they are always trying to make me look bad in front of Him and B) I am very allergic to the neurotoxin they secrete.

 

In case you were not aware of it, cats produce a neurotoxin which is not only addictive but also deadly ... to small animals.  Have you ever seen a mouse just walk up to a cat unafraid?  Part of the hunting aspects of cats is that they secrete a "nerve gas" in their urine and saliva which causes small animals to grow careless, reckless and unafraid.  It's a hunting aid which enables a cat to catch more prey in their territory.

 

The stuff is addictive and causes neuro-damage to humans as well.

 

This is why "cat ladies" exist.  They grow used to the dosage level of, let's say, six cats and so will get a seventh to boost the dosage.  Then they need an eighth, ninth and so on.  Pretty soon you've got a house of cats as the woman is totally enveloped by the toxin.

It affects men as well.

 

The symptoms are wide ranging and can be different for different people.  For example in my case if I so much as pet a cat for the next three days I will be lethargic and wanting to sleep constantly.  Also after petting a cat I get a form of arthritis that is hard to combat.  My joints will actually creak with the arthritis running at full steam!

 

For another person I knew, the affects were different.

 

I kept warning my friend that the weakness in his life, the mental issues he was having, were linked to the FOUR cats he kept in his apartment where he, as an elder, spent most of his day.

 

He would often complain that his mental abilities were waning and he was so weak he could not lift a five-pound bag of flour.  Where once this person was a highly intelligent person moving fast on Wall Street, he was now weak and could barely remember what day it was.

 

Then he moved.

 

For the next 5 weeks, after moving, he told me he'd never felt so strong and alive as he did after moving to a brand new CLEAN apartment!

 

Then, after about the sixth week, his symptoms returned:  Mental abilities very low, strength almost non-existent.

 

Two years later, he moved again.  Once more he was super strong!  His strength not only returned but he was as mentally fit as any time in his life!

 

Once again, the feelings of normalcy lasted for five weeks; then the symptoms returned.

I screamed at him! "It's those damned cats!  The new places you move into are free of the toxins they emit!  Once you live in the place long enough and they emit enough of the toxin, you begin to feel the affects again!"

 

Worse still, the toxins began to affect his wife.  She suddenly came down with an illness no one could identify but she began a cycle of hospital visits which made perfect sense to me.

 

First she'd get deathly sick and lose a LOT of weight!  At one point, this mid-to-large framed woman who might normally weigh around 130 pounds went down to 86 pounds! She looked like one of those dolls with the over-sized heads on small bodies.

 

They put her into the hospital for treatment and after about a week, her symptoms subsided, and she regained a LOT of weight.  Slowly she climbed back up to and past 100 pounds.  She looked and felt healthier after being in the hospital for several weeks.

 

Then she'd return home and a week later her symptoms returned and she'd check into the hospital for ANOTHER two week stay where, after a few days, she'd get healthier again!

 

This cycle repeated itself ENDLESSLY!  She'd come home, get sick, leave home and get well!

I kept telling her:  "You're either allergic to your husband or those damned cats!"

 

But her doctor did allergy tests and they always came back negative.

 

That's because the toxin is NOT a direct allergy, it is a TOXIN.  It seeps into your system and contaminates it; it's NOT a direct-allergic reaction (except in my case).

 

"Oh!  But we LOVE our cats and could NEVER get rid of any of them!" they would tell me in crazy cat woman-like statements.

 

There was a news article I read once.  A crazy cat-lady had her home raided by the authorities.  As usual, she had dozens and dozens of cats.  Cat droppings and urine was everywhere in her home!

 

But this article was a bit different than most in that it included an interview with the woman after she'd been in the hospital for a couple of weeks.

 

She had stopped being a crazy cat-lady and was now very level headed and very intelligent.  She could not understand why or how she'd gotten like that.  It made no sense to her that she could have gotten like that!

 

But I understood!  As she got used to the dosage of the toxin given off by her X-number of cats, she'd seek another cat to raise the dosage of the addictive substance.

 

In addition to this, the toxin reduced her mental capacity.  Almost like a meth addict, she craved the substance her cats gave off and slowly sank into a stupor she couldn't fight against.

 

Once in the clean environment of the hospital and the clean sheets and hospital clothes both my friend's wife and the cat-lady I was reading about regained not only their health but their mental abilities as well.

 

I begged my friend and his wife to test my theory:  "Go on a trip for a week!  Go somewhere away from the cats.  Take cleaned, freshly washed clothes.  See if, after a week, you don't feel stronger and healthier than ever!"  But the husband, my friend, claimed he could not be away from his loved cats for that long of a time!  His words reminded me of those a drug addict would say; a drug addict who simply could not live without his daily fix.

 

Over and over I either read of cat-ladies being saved or a personally watched people I knew slowly burying themselves under more and more cats.  When you are surrounded by cats, your mental abilities decrease and you get sick.
 
 

Away from the cats and the conditions are reversed.

 

I once tried to convince another friend the reason they were feeling sick was because of the cats they have in their house, only to be told I was crazy.  Then I asked them how many cats they currently had in the house.  "Well, with the litter that was born last week, I guess I have twelve cats."
 
 

TWELVE CATS!!!  HOW DOES THIS NOT RING ALARM BELLS FOR YOU??  She was becoming a cat lady but couldn't understand why being in a house with TWELVE CATS was cause for concern.

 

These people with excessive cats simply cannot be separated from their cats!  Not willingly and in the case of my friends, I could not force them to be separated.

 

So I watched my friend's wife would get sick in a week after coming home and then get better after spending one, two, or three weeks in a hospital.

 

Several times her doctors were certain she was going to die only to be a bit surprised when their treatments began working and she leveled off and then got better.

 

All the while I'd beggingly tell her:  "It's the cats!  It's those damned cats ..."

 

Eventually my friend and his wife's marriage suffered, or perhaps she began to recognize the cycle like I had, because she moved out of his house and into someplace with no or fewer cats.

 

How bad was the cat infestation at his house?  He once told me his A/C unit wasn't working right.  I took off the cover and discovered the filter was covered with so much cat hair I could have knit a sweater!

 

I went to his house and in opening his cabinet to grab a glass to get a drink of water, discovered his plates so covered with cat hairs, you could drag your finger across the top of the stacked plates and leave a clear trail.

 

Eventually, after the wife moved out, his daughter stepped in.  His mental abilities had sunk so far that she "kidnapped" him from his home and I never saw him again.

 

Research said his daughter only had a dog -- no cats! -- So even though I never saw him again, I assumed his natural aspects returned.  But his daughter was of the type who, once she took him away, assumed control over his entire life, so I may never know for sure.

 

<Sadness over the loss of knowing him.>

 

Anyway, if you know someone who has more than one cat, or if you, yourself, find you're unable to function without those dozens of cats in your home, please understand you are a drug addict, addicted to a chemical that is not good for you, except this chemical is being emitted by your cats.

 

And just like those people who become addicted to licking frogs (https://io9.gizmodo.com/how-toad-licking-gets-you-high-and-then-kills-you-1642946043)  you've become addicted to the neurotoxin cats secrete to make their prey complainant enough to walk up to the cat in a stupor, ready to be killed.  Until you recognize this you'll never be able to break free.  

 

GET RID OF THOSE DAMNED CATS! -- And clean the house from top to bottom of all cat hairs, and then watch as your life returns a saner, healthier level!

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