Moving from the specific to the general, I am both allergic to cats and habitually view cat owners with what is, in my case quite demonstrably, a healthy degree of suspicion. The previous owners of my house had cats, horrible taste and questionable sanitational habits, which has both conviently reinforced my prior beliefs and required some decisive action on our part with respect to our turning-a-house-into-our-home initiatives.
We’ve had the ductwork cleaned out (something my single data point tells me that all new homeowners should immediately do, let me tell you) which improved the situation quite a bit, but we’ve finally gotten started on pulling up the carpet up off the stairs and second floor.
I have to take an antihistamine to do this work, and all that dust and leftover cat-shedding still makes my skin itch. Even after we shampooed and steam-cleaned the rugs apparently. But let me tell you, what did we find under that carpet, but pristine, untouched hardwood floor. A little bit scuffed, a little bit of paint splatter on it, but beautiful, rich, textured wood that I don’t think has been touched by human feet in twenty or thirty years.
This house is going to look great.