It's official, I live in a cat house.
It wasn't always this way. My husband and I, still in the giggly stages of newlyweddom, decided to buy a house after living in a duplex our first married year. We looked around and found a 2 bedroom bungalow with a finished upstairs and a full basement. Perfect for our kids, his two and my one. The day we moved in was during a nice "January in Ohio" blizzard. We survived the move in, the kids found their rooms, all was well.
That first year, the furnace broke down during the coldest days of winter, the basement flooded during the rainiest days of spring, and the a/c died during the hottest days of summer. Everything was repaired, all was well.
Time moves on. 11 years of home ownership, and we've survived it all. Storms, kids, neighbors and everything else you could think of, all was well.
I decided to adopt a cat last October. "Elizabeth Taylor - Hilton - Wilding - Todd - Fisher - Burton - Burton - Warner - Fortensky" or "Lizzy Boo" for short, is a sweetheart black and white, domestic shorthair cat. I adopted her and she adopted me. I love my Lizzy Boo. She follows me all around the house, and has to lay right up against me when she sleeps. One cat in the house was fine, all is well, until........
We decided it was time for my Mother to move in. (cue "Jaws" music) My Mom is a great lady, fantastic cook, and all around the best Mom ever. ("Jaws" music getting louder) I love my Mom and we're very close, so the whole move was no problem. ("Jaws" music getting even louder) My Mom has three cats, DJ, Pixie, and Pumpkin (or Meowzebub as I call her).
Don't get me wrong, I love animals. We grew up with cats, dogs, hamsters, fish etc. so I have no problem with pets or animals in general. All of my animals are rescues and I donate to different animal rescue groups, but 4 cats in a house is a lot of fur.
It's been four months now. Thanks to "Arm & Hammer", there is no litter box smell, but everywhere I step there's a cat. I don't know how they do it. You would swear there are 8 or 10 cats around by the way they can be everywhere at once. Sitting down in the living room to watch TV, there's a cat in the chair. Head into the bathroom, there's a cat in there. I've started closing my bedroom door due to rolling over on a cat in my sleep - oh that's fun - the cat screaming, me screaming - I had nightmares for a week.
I can't get rid of any of them though. They each have very distinct personalities, and I've come to love them all. So, I keep a lint roller in my purse and kitty treats by the door. I never, ever, thought I'd live in a cat house, but I do - and I wouldn't have it any other way.
