The booted cat

Last Sunday I met a girl who said she really wanted to have a dog, but since she could not have a dog because she lives in a flat, she got a cat instead. Only, she is allergic to cats so she has now to take antihistamines every day to live with the feline.

Last Thursday I went out with a guy who said I judge people quickly because I said I could picture the kind of man who would wear a particular kind of boots. 

Now, I have a mind and it happens that I enjoy using it (though it seems a curse, sometimes, but that´s another story) and I find it utterly illogical -to use a euphemism- to ingest pills in order to own a pet that my body clearly rejects. Maybe I should add that I have a passion for cats and that I utterly loved horseback riding until I had to give it up after developping an allergy to horses. 

What I don´t get is how having an opinion on a pair of boots makes me a censorious moralizer. 

Wanna pet a cat while sneezing and wearing python glittery men boots? 

Please, go ahead!