Jacqueline's ramblings - More life happening
More life happening|
After having decided to take on no more than ten cats, my house now boasts twelve of them. And I'd been so good about making sure I couldn't be led into temptation: I avoided the animal shelter, I no longer went to the kitten shelter and I answered with an absolute and decisive "no" to any request that went along the lines of "wouldn't you happen to know a good home for the kitty I liked last year but can't be bothered with anymore?"
And then, early this year, someone asked me to temporarily look after a pair of cats of someone who was admitted to a mental hospital and would have to stay there for a few months. Well, that seemed relatively risk free, what with these cats having an owner that they were going back to. And back they went, just over a month ago. But a few days ago, the owner came visiting. Wouldn't I like to have those cats for myself? "No," I replied firmly, "I already have ten cats." Of course I totally lost that resolve after being informed that the cats would then go to a shelter, because the owner had found out that she was allergic...
I really, really get so tired of this. But anyway, new resolve: no more temporary kitties!
Current Mood: annoyed
You are very good! I turned down a third one because I thought Rosie and Tabitha wouldn't accept him.
I've found that it's easier to add cats when you already have more than five of them. When there are only two, they aren't really used to sharing much. There are still some territorial battles going on, but mostly it's quite peaceful around here.
"wouldn't you happen to know a good home for the kitty I liked last year but can't be bothered with anymore?"
I think my reply to shits like that would be a lot stronger than "no". [stabs]
I always said "two maximum", but along came Vic. I might be less strong if I lived on my own though. The ads in the paper for the Lonely Miaow shelter I got Ashley from often make me long to take a kitten.
Thanks for the milk and cookies!
No probs! Something for you and the cats, though mine have never had milk other than their mothers'. Ashley adores yogurt though and gets a teaspoon when I have some (plain yogurt, that is). :-)
Ouch. We're still holding out... after 20 years with Lacye, Sis especially doesn't want to go back... yet...
But the neighbours' cats seem to have adopted us as aunts :)
Ah, so you get to pet them and cuddle them and enjoy their purring without the added hassle of yearly shots, litterbox cleaning and so on.
Then again, I get a bed warmer like Joepie who climbs on top of my tummy every night. Of course that was a bit of a mixed blessing last night, after coming home from a BIG dinner party...