Two posts in a row involving cats = run while you still have a chance.
January 19, 2007So last night I dreamt that I was at a play, and the entire cast was composed of cats. (Are you noticing a theme?) Needless to say they were wretched actors, and missed every one of their cues. Audience members get scooping up the cutest and running off with them. It was a short dream.
I might as well just come out and SAY IT: we're getting a cat. At least we're planning on it. Which accounts for the dreams about cats and the comparing of my son to cats and also the paillette-adorned cat sweatshirt I am wearing right now. And the cat hanging from my earlobe. Cats!
Henry insists that we name our future cat Puma. We may go with this, unless we adopt a puma, in which case it would be redundant. We will probably require a puma to deal with the mice in our kitchen, as well as the cat(s?) who broke into our basement (or, okay, slipped through the broken window that maybe we should have fixed six months ago) over Christmas to pee and poop with abandon. Because why pee outside in the grass when you can spray your blindingly noxious urine all over someone's private property? Why do we want to get a cat, again?
Oh! Hey! While I'm here, let me add that I've got a new post over at AlphaMom. If you like that sort of thing, you might want to check it out.
Reader Comments (45)
The best part is where the cat is crouched on top of the refrigerator, hissing violently, and then suddenly leaps onto Peter's head. The cat proceeds to spear both of Peter's eyelids with its claws, effectively yanking Peter's eyes so wide open that they look like saucers.
It's really quite a striking depiction of the feline nature, not to mention being really freakin' hilarious. And that's coming from a certified cat lover.
I'm not trying to rain on your parade or nuthin' but I have two cats. They've done nothing to alleviate our mouse problem, and one of them (and so help me if I find out which one it is) has developed a penchant for pooping all over our basement.
This isn't to say you shouldn't get a cat. I love cats. They can be charming as all get out and can make wonderful pets (I even love mine on most days), but for the sake of your own mental health you should definitely enter the human-cat contract with minimal expectations.
Congrats on the soon-to-be Puma in your family. I hope he/she can kill mice and not just play with them to death which is what my cat would do. Nothing like hearing them tear around a dark house at 2am!
Our cat pooped all over the crawlspace. And he is supposedly an inside cat, but spent weeks escaping from _our_ broken basement window at night until I got wise.
But we love him anyway. Passionately.
Our cat who does (I think) pretty much all of the mouse-slaying is such an indoor guy that he doesn't even try to eat them - we pretty much just think he's got a toy, then look closer and realise he's tossing a dead mouse up in the air.
Call the puma Fluffy.
k.
"Want a box of shit in your house? Get a cat."
A box of shit. In. Your. House.
Awesome!
The vet told us that he was the only kitten she had ever seen who took his poop out of the litter box and batted it around the house like a toy.
And yes, he did have other toys to play with.
But wait! There's more. He unwound paper towel rolls and stuffed the towels down the disposal.
Just what I wanted -- a cat both crazy and smart.
When I was pregnant with my second, I told my husband that it was the cat or the baby, I simply could not manage both.
Sorry, cat lovers -- I know that cats are generally lovely. But this cat? Not so much.
1.Get the cat fixed- if you don't, your street cat will multiply.
2.Cats will bring their "catch" to whomever they deem "the boss." One lazy day whilst I was vegging on the sofa I felt something fuzzy on my foot. I heard my cat purring so I thought it was her, but no, it was in fact the mouse she'd just killed. She sat there, beaming with pride, awaiting her praise, and all I could do was jump around screaming. She indignantly took the mouse into the dining room and proceeded to eat it. It sounds disgusting, and I did have to avert my eyes and choke back the gagging, but when she was finished there was no sign of the mouse or it's inards left-over.
Also, even though it's technically a "street-cat", mine was still very affectionate and took well to learning to deficate in the litter box. If you feed them regularly (aside from fresh mouse- canned cat food or tuna also work well) then they will return regularly and call your abode "home." If you fix the basement window, the cat may even be content to just stay in the house.
Happy cat-hunting!
Oh, I'm not sure about this, but I think you may live in the same neck of the woods of NJ as I do. If you are close to Montclair, definitely call Cameron Animal Hospital to see about adopting one of their cats or kittens (they are much healthier than the ones from the shelters). Email me if you want more info.
through the years and unforeseen events, we have three.
i really don't want three. 1 is a sweetie. the other is the queen who would not do well being moved to any other household, lest she be annoyed by, you know, PEOPLE. the third is the pee-er.
seriously. i'll bring you my cat. she'd make an excellent puma.