I had to go to target yet again for more Kitty litter, not that they’ll use it because at least a couple of the kitties have decided they don’t want to use their boxen anymore. So I’m going to have to make them into hats
I don’t know what’s going on with them right now except it is the tail end (ha) of flea season. We’ve finally got the flea thing under control, but it took some work. Never had a problem until we got to Fayetteville. Never had way too many cats until now.
I think there is some other kitty issues with getting along. That last cat tipped the balance, but seriously what were we going to do. He’s such a love and he was just tossed out in the school yard all alone and yelling at me from a bush near Halloween! He’s probably the one leaving secret poops next to the litter box. But he’s stealthy so we don’t know.
And there are too many kitties without homes. I would say we’ve done our part though.
They were going to have to turn this one over to the shelter when she was dropped off at our Vet’s. Our Bean was in love with the little Cow Kitty, so we ended up with her royal highness Haru. Who pees on my floor every so often to make a point, some point, I don’t know –I shifted the opening to her booda box 45 degrees or something. It’s lucky she’s cute. I entertained cruella deville fantasies after that last pee.
Mr Teatime is very very large. He’s partly feral or something and terrified of oranges, doorbells and everyone that isn’t us. He likes to be under the couch or beds when there are people in the house without the last name of Martini. He is often called our imaginary cat. How can a cat so damn large be imaginary? He peed on our bed once or twice when he was upset.
Oh god I bet you think we are cat hoarders with a house smelling only of cat effluvia. But no. I’m maniacal about cleaning it up and I have a carpet steamer. And one day I won’t have carpet anymore because I’ll have set the carpet on fire.
But really, every time I go to the store I come home with eleventy bottles of cat pee be gone, pet explosion stain remover etc. etc. It’s only gotten bad recently. This happened the same time the last two years. I think it really does have to do with the fleas that although we treat the house and the yard and the cats every two weeks—someone runs out the door and brings back tiny vampires that make us itch and do not sparkle.
This is my kitty Bartleby. He hasn’t peed on anything he shouldn’t since he was a kitten. He might prefer not to think deep thoughts or meow (the only Siamese in the world who doesn’t talk much) but he also prefers not to pee outside the box and so I have the best cat.
This weekend we’re going to drop off some food to Ranger’s Pantry and thus avoid adopting yet another adorable kitten. Because a friend got a new kitten she named sweet fancy moses. Her other choice was six dinner sid—which is a great name for a cat. And just because I have the name doesn’t mean I need the cat. Seriously I can stop any time.
I also keep getting cats because I keep failing to stay pregnant. And because when there is another crop of babies (seriously don’t they seem to be born in herds or something?) I feel sad, maternal and end up with another cat, since there can’t be another baby.
Which is why we have too damn many cats. It would have been better for everyone if the powers that be had just let us have two kids instead of one.
No we aren’t getting a dog either. One of our cats said we weren’t allowed.
This one—he’s small, red and angry. He also hates all the other cats and tried to attack the neighbor’s dog who is aptly named Bison. If Zak tells you you can’t do something, you better not. He also decided to pee on all my stuff when I went back to work—my purses, my jackets, everything that smelled like me not being home all the time. And it’s not like he prefers me, Mr. J is his person. I just think he likes to pee on my stuff.
He’s mostly stopped doing that, thank god, I guess he got used to me working. Now he’s decided that the downstairs bathtub is his litter box. It’s weird, but I can’t really object because it’s easy to clean up. And at least he’s consistent and we aren’t surprised by the cat equivalent of a horsehead in your bed.
Really—I do clean it all up and like crazy. I have all those bottles and a spot bot AND a carpet steamer. And usually a large glass of wine while I operate all three simultaneously.
Oh my god. I feel like I just let the internet into my house without cleaning up first.