So the above has happened at our house. After having gone 14 years with the knowledge we would never have a pet because of my wife’s allergies and lack of every having one, we got a cat. Then we got another. Both are from shelters.
You see, our daughter had become obsessed with cats. Like really obsessed. Talked about them constantly. My daughter is also in the gifted program at school. Her IQ is like just below Evil Mad Scientist. And so we got her an encyclopedia of cats which she read from cover to cover and memorized and can now tell us all the different breeds and traits from memory. If you even need to know about the Maine Coon, I have the girl for you.
Then she would just sit at the computer looking at the local shelter’s cats. She would just sit there staring longingly, or sometimes call us over to tell us how cute the kittens were. Then we took her to the shelter, just to look. At some point along the lines, my wife broke down and we got the first cat.
And then we were visiting my wife’s family and her childhood friend was fostering a bunch of kittens. We were just going over to look. But there was this little orange poof of a cat there. So cute. And then we had two cats.
And our lives are improved by it, I think. They add a bit of independent happiness to our lives and they entertain each other well enough. Things are good. We are happy.
But the poop. The poop I could do without.
The Struggling Writer 
I love cats, but not the poop. Never the poop.
I can always tell when they’ve done their business when they sprint in the opposite direction of the litter box at 90 miles per hour.
At least they use it – I’ve had cats that refuse to use it unless it’s perfectly clean, and others who would rather use the floor underneath our basement steps…All our cats live outside now. It’s better for my husband’s allergies, and better for my sanity, though I miss having a furry little lap warmer on cold winter evenings.
I’ve got three cats. I never thought I’d own one cat let alone three. But there you go.
That’s basically how I though I’d be.
You did a kind, great thing both for the cats and for you, even with all the poop… ๐
We have a cat that we got from a shelter almost two years ago. He’s wonderful… ๐
I am enjoying it. The older one likes to keep to herself. The younger one loves climbing in my lap. ๐
Very cute, Paul. Good for your daughter. I’m like your wife, though: the allergies are tough.
My mom has 11 cats.
Yes. The poop.
11. I can’t imagine the kitty litter stockpile ๐
They are lovely. You daughter must be very happy.
She is. Thanks Karen ๐
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