|Sam in my car|
This week my house has gone from having nine cats down to five, which is still about four too many, in my opinion. This morning, I’ve had enough!
Three of our cats are our pets.
Paul is a female cat that Bitty and her boyfriend found abandoned on the side of the road and brought home to my house last summer when she was about three months old. This was shortly after our other cat Levi had disappeared, so we loved her and kept her and she became family. Bitty took her with her when she moved out last fall, leaving us without a cat. That’s when we adopted Freedom from a lady who had found her abandoned. (We like rescues.) Paul moved back in a few months ago when Bitty moved in with Grandma and couldn’t keep her there.
Freedom is a dark calico and the only one in this whole story that I (stress *I*) voluntarily adopted. She was skittish and had a terrible attitude until she had six babies, then she mellowed out. In the last two days since we’ve been finding new homes for them, she has become quite needy and vocal. She walks around the room calling for her babies then howls at the door to be let out. Moments later she’s howling to get back in.
Sam is one of Paul’s babies, now going on five months old, that the Hubs insisted we keep. He has the greatest personality of the bunch. He gets along with Allie (our Border Collie mix, also a rescue), tries to get along with Paul and Freedom, and even took on a mothering role with Freedom’s kittens. But like all cats, he can be pretty ornery at times. This morning, for example.
Around 4 a.m. I woke up because a HUGE pregnant Paul refuses to potty in the same litter box as Freedom and her babies and wanted outside. I let her out and came back to bed. As I was readjusting the ear buds with my phone, Sam decides it’s playtime. He jumped on my chest and attacked the cords, chewing and batting and swatting my fingers when I tried to protect my electronics. I managed to get him off me and go back to sleep.
An hour later I awoke to Paul wanting back in, so I let her back in. I could not have been asleep long (no ear buds this time), when I was startled awake a third time by Sam pouncing on me. I thought I must be moving under the covers in my sleep, but even after I stopped and got my arms out, he was still chasing some imaginary whatever-cats-chase. At least that’s what I thought until something cold landed on my arm. I don’t know whether it was dropped there or came voluntarily while trying to escape the cat, but it was a little toad. A toad! Where did that come from?! I put the toad outside and closed the window.
By now Freedom is howling from inside Butterfly’s room, but I’m not ready to get up yet. After what seemed like half an hour, the Butterfly put her out, which meant now she was howling outside MY door. It was daylight now anyway, so I gave up on sleeping, grabbed yesterday’s coffee cup from my desk, and headed to the kitchen. On the way out the door, I saw that while chasing the toad, Sam had spilled the Hubs’s tea that was on his night stand… right onto his laptop.
I took my coffee cup to the kitchen and got a towel from the laundry to clean up the spill. Then I took the laptop out to the garage and blew out all the tea I could with the air compressor. Why does it smell like a litter box in the living room?
I messed with the laptop for ten minutes, trying to get it to come on. It won’t.So I call the Hubs, who is isn’t home yet from the night shift, and tell him his laptop is probably ruined. In retrospect, that one step could have waited. Now where is my coffee? I haven’t MADE coffee. Back to the kitchen I go. It still smells like cat poop!
*huff* I head back to my room to light some incense and bring it to the living room. Butterfly’s room doesn’t stink and my room doesn’t stink, and that’s where the litter boxes actually are. Turns out some cat (probably Sam) has been pooping in my big bamboo plant and there’s at least a pound of poop in there! I retrieve the scoop from my room, a bag from the kitchen, and clean out the bamboo plant. Now the kitchen trash needs to be taken out, Allie wants outside, Freedom is hungry, I’m hungry, the living room still stinks, the laptop won’t come on, and I’m getting a headache! I haven’t even been up half an hour!
Does anyone want a cat? Or two? Or five?