I’m 5’3", and I’m short because of cats. Yes, felines. That is the story that I tell myself anyway.
I come from short people. At 5’3" I’m the third tallest male on my Mom’s side of the family. My brother and male cousin are taller than me, but I’m taller than my maternal grandfather, uncle (the cousin’s dad), maternal great-grandfather, and maternal great-uncle. I’m taller than all of my by-blood female relations on my Mom’s side.
My Dad is of average height, probably about 5’10" before senior shrinking.
I was always the shortest boy in class in school, so at one point my parents took me to the doctor to get my height investigated. They did whatever kind of tests you’d do in the early 80s to check that. Maybe X-rays of growth plates, and hormone levels? Everything came back normal, and the doctor predicted I would grow to a normal height of 5’9 or whatever. My brother is around that height.
Where does the cat come in?
I had childhood asthma. It was bad enough that I took several pills everyday, plus rescue inhalers, some other daily inhaler. Sometime later I saw that one of the side effects of the pills I took was slowing growth. I don’t remember the exact medication. In my head I always think prednisone, but I really don’t know if that would be right, as long term use has lots of other side effects which I didn’t get.
When I finally moved out of my parents house to go to college I discovered that I didn’t have chronic asthma, what I had was a cat allergy, and the primary allergic response was asthmatic. A doctor can tell me if that counts as asthma, but with no allergy triggers, then no asthma.
So cats in the house caused me to be asthmatic which caused me to take a drug which stunted my growth which caused me to stay short.
Or it might just be luck of the draw in the genetics, and I got the short genes and my brother got the average genes. My kid also got the short genes. She’s 13 and will be lucky to make it to 5’.
I do love cats, though.