After losing my cat, Ross, nearly a year ago, we were finally a one cat household.
Before I go any further, let me clarify that I love animals. I love having animals, and I love cats. I do, I really do. However, with that said, with our remaining cat, Tuffy, not long for the world (he’s very, very old), I couldn’t help but feel a little bit of joy in counting down my days until we were cat free.
No more cat food, no more stepping in cat puke in the dark at 1am, no more cleaning out the litter box, no more smelling the litter box (because no matter the “odor free cat litter” you can buy, there is still a smell), and certainly, no more walking around and stepping on said bits and pieces of litter.
No more, no more, no more…for the first time in 37 years! Even with my love of animals, even with my love of cats, I was deep down really looking forward to the cat free days of my life.
Of course, this enjoyment was to the utmost displeasure of my oldest daughter who is beyond obsessed with anything cat. She’s begged and pleaded for another kitten so many times I’ve lost count, and she’s cried more tears than I imagined possible over it. Her longing runs deep and I was the worst mother ever for always saying no.
It was a “calm before a storm” type of nights, one night about a month ago. After several weeks of hot, sticky weather, we were set to get one of the biggest summer storms and it was expected to rain all the next day.
I was on the couch getting in some alone TV time while the kids slept and the Hubs had just come in from the garage where he’d been tinkering around on his car project.
As he opened up the door to go back outside, he heard a meow and mentioned he saw a orange cat run out of the garage. Uh oh. I know where this could lead. After catching up to the little guy we discovered it wasn’t a cat, but a gaunt and friendly little kitten, about 3 months old.
Hungry, covered in fleas and ticks, and boney beyond belief, he spent the night in one of our bathrooms. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I knew we couldn’t put him back outside. Not with the storms coming in, and certainly, not because giving the heave-ho to such a sweet, little, and defenseless thing just seemed wrong.
Surely, I could probably find him a home and still have my cat free days of glory, right? HA! Fat chance once my oldest caught wind of him meowing in the bathroom.
Surely, I could still put my foot down, say no, and find him a home, right? HA! Yeah, if I wanted to be utterly hated for the rest of her life.
All in all, if we had to have a kitten wander into our lives when I was certain I didn’t want another one, we lucked out big time. He’s as sweet as can be and is wonderful with both kids.
He puts up with so much, from the cat obsessed oldest, to the playful youngest who carries him around in the most uncomfortable ways. No matter what either girls dishes out, he calmly and lovingly takes it, all while purring very loudly.