Did I mention that I never wanted another cat? I bought a cat in college, when I got my first apartment and my first job. He's a nice enough cat but cats typically pee on things at some point. Our cat did not do this except every once in a while when we neglected his litter box, until we replaced our builder grade, stained and matted carpet with nice new carpet. The last tacking strip had hardly been laid down when off he rushed to a corner to let loose a torrential stream of neutered male cat urine. Male cat urine reeks and it is a terrible job to get out of carpet, I am a witness. That was it, he was a goner. I banished him to the garage, with cat door access to the laundry room, which was tiled. I love him, but I love the carpet, and my kids who roll around on the carpet too. We have been counting the years on this cat, a couple of years ago my veterinarian tried to sell us an expensive teeth cleaning on the aforementioned feline. I looked over my glasses at him and smiled. I have had cats all my life, not a one has ever had even a single tooth cleaned. In my mind, when all their teeth rot and fall out they've probably had a good long life and should call it quits at say, nineteen years of age which is usually how long mine live, without proper dental hygiene even. Maybe that makes me a bad pet owner, I don't know, perhaps teeth cleanings for your cat are standard practice now. I'm not buying it.
So I was happily counting down the years with the banished but relatively happy cat in the laundry room. Until SuperFuzz came along and brought a mama cat and a litter of kittens into our home. That's another story. UberGeek comes from a home that took in strays of all sorts that showed up at his family door step. For a while they had a St. Bernard, Winston, who didn't live long but has a special place in his heart. They had lots of cats, a long parade of golden retrievers, a wippet and all other assortment of pets. If it walked into the yard it was claimed. He has a soft spot for animals so I should not have been surprised when he suggested that we keep two female rescue cats, the mama and one of her kittens. His logic was that each of the kids should have their own cat. So despite our having sworn off cats forever, we seem to have made room in the house and our hearts for two more. If we hadn't this moment never would have happened:
Ever since we separated the kids into their own rooms Diva has been a little wary of bedtime, scared of being alone in her little bed and bedroom. Tonight Lucky climbed up next to her and kept her company.
