Monday, May 25, 2009
My, aren't we being catty?
OK first of all, I have a dilemma. If you have been reading my blog for awhile, you might remember that I fell in LOVE!!!! and it was not just with Gar. Before you think, oh Jen, you naughty woman, how could you possibly fall in love with another? Well look deep into her cute little eyes, see how adorable she is. When we met last September, she was only as big as Gar's hand. And I wanted so badly to take her home with us, and my Sister, Turf Toter, wanted us to take her, but Cous Cous had a taste of the great outdoors. And I know that she would not be happy living in a tiny little condo. I cried all the way home, well most of the way. And for me, unbelievable as it might sound, that is actually a good thing, because then I know that I am not making a decision that would be good for us. And we did not feel that it was the right decision for this little ball of fluff. She grew up, snuck out one night, in the freezing cold, three feet deep snow of winter, and had, shall we call it a rendezvous. The result, Cous Cous is now a single mom to four adorable kittens. Three boys, who are predominately Manx, they have no tails. And one adorable little black with a caramel striped female, who is absolutely adorable, can you see where I am going with this? We have many reasons still. Of course we have finally won the cat fight, and now cats would be legal. Pffftt. that never stopped most people. We have absolutely no room for a litter box, and don't tell me that they take up just a little room. There is no room! We like to have the doors and windows open most of the year, and living on the ground floor, one open door would equal a missing kitty very quickly. And let's not forget Bootsie, King of the Cat-stle. He owns us, and really doesn't play well with other kitty's, or sleeping bags left on the living room floor, plastic bags on counters, anything that is "out of place," and that includes the numerous guests we have all the time. He needs us, and loves us, he just doesn't need anything out of place. The cat has issues, yes, but we love him. And yes, we realize that he is not ours. So what are we to do with "Lark" or "Willow," as I have already named the little sweetie? Do we say "I do?" Or do we wait, until we can achieve our dream of living in the country, with.....at least 10 cats, one for each year we have had to wait. Weigh in on this "Catty Issue." Let me know what I should do.