Just because there's cat hair on every surface, clouds of it floating through the air and kitty litter sprinkled all over the floor, (despite the many and varied mats I have purchased to control this problem,) my family has determined I am a Crazy Cat Lady. Oh, they don't know what I could be capable of. If left to my own devices, I would bring in every stray and adopt every homeless cat I see. Take yesterday, for example.
I was in a pet store to purchase supplies for Roxy. By supplies I mean, rabbit food, treats, toys, hay, etc. So, I had to walk past a cage which held a beautiful black and white cat, who seemed to be older. She was napping. I wanted to take her home so she could stretch out and sleep in a sunny spot if she wanted. My heart ached for her. It was so hard to walk away but I had to. By my family's definition, I have reached "critical mass." My son even suggested that perhaps my prolonged cough could be due to my lungs being full of cat hair. He hates cat hair. Every once in awhile I am compelled to remind him that when I walked into his first apartment in college, it was so dirty, I threw up.
It's just that cats are so quiet (unless they're fighting,) they don't take up a lot of room and they are generally peaceful creatures (unless they're fighting.) Even my little manic baby, Dash, let's me hold him while I'm watching TV at night. He purrs away and sometimes bats at my hair, then falls asleep in my arms. I have to rotate cats, though. Fancy needs lap time. Chance likes to be next to me and Eli lies on the back of the chair, above my head. Finn is usually asleep in a box somewhere. It doesn't seem like there are that many cats here. Until I have to round everybody up.
On lawn service days, if the cats are on the porch, I scramble to get them in before the guys get to the back yard. Sometimes they weed inside the pool area and I don't want anybody to get out. Plus, the noise is scary for them. Imagine me chasing four cats around the pool. Every time I catch Chance, he looks at me like I'm going to throw him into the pool! I swear that thought never crossed my mind, but it has his. I have to keep a tight grip on him as he swivels around like an alligator doing a death roll. Finn splays out all fours. If you've ever tried to carry a cat who's either rolling or flat out, it's no fun. Eli runs. And runs. I can get Fancy, but he's so heavy I usually drop him before we get to the door. I'm pretty sure Dash will never be allowed to go on to the porch. I can see me trying to get him down from the top of the screen enclosure. The only upside to the whole ordeal is that it provides amusement for the lawn guys as they stand and watch the crazy lady chase her cats around the pool.
My daughter sent me a video of a darling kitten who showed up at her place. He wanted to come up to her but bailed at the last minute. I told her to feed him and give him water. It's so hot out, natural water sources dry up quickly. Which brings me to this hot weather reminder. Please don't leave pets in a locked up car. It takes just a few minutes for the inside temp to soar to deadly levels. Also, be kind and leave bowls of fresh water for outside creatures. Believe me, they will appreciate it. I watched a squirrel one day trying to lick water off our front porch carpet. It was a reminder to fill the bowl I keep out front with fresh water. Just like anything left in the heat, the water can get hot, so it's important to check it daily. These small kindnesses can make all the difference in the world for a helpless creature.
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