As you may remember from my introduction post my daughter and son-in-law have 2 cats, Beebert and Roscoh, better known around the house as “the boys”. You may also remember that we all live together and that I’m pretty so-so about cats.
Over the past few years I have adjusted to life with cats but as a card-carrying life-long dog person, that adjustment has not been easy for me. Both Beeb and Roscoh (or Fat-boy and Tiny-guy as I refer to them) are domestic short-haired cats, orange and grey, respectively. The very first thing you must accept about life with cats is life with cat hair. Cat hair is everywhere. Seriously people, everywhere. There are not enough lint rollers in the world to deal with cat hair. It has some magical magnetic quality that allows it to cling to places you cannot imagine how it even got there. This is a problem for me since I have dogs that DO NOT SHED.
Additionally, cats like to jump up on places. Like the back of the chair that I’m sitting in, managing to almost give me a heart attack. Or they (especially Beebert – who is very fresh) will jump on the table when you are eating. Spray bottles and other tactics have been employed to deter this behavior to no avail. They jump on my dresser and send everything flying. And they like to jump up on my mantle and EAT my plants while knocking down anything in their way. I have one plant that I have had since my daughter was born; one step towards that and they get banned from my rooms! Of course, during all this jumping more cat hair is flying everywhere. It is truly a menace.
Beebert is about 7. They found him as a stray kitten and my daughter couldn’t let him go, even thought they already had multiple cats. He is a momma’s boy, sitting with or near my daughter most of the time. Roscoh is much younger, around 2 and much more independent. He roams the house, picking different spots to sleep on different nights. At first they were mortal enemies, but now they sort of pal around. By that I mean they get into wrestling, chasing, jumping and batting at each other matches. It’s actually pretty cute when they try to ambush each other.
And they are kind of cute when they stand on you and knead you like a biscuit. Or when they turn their little heads up so you can scratch them behind the ears and then roll over so you can get their bellies. Or when they sit at the water bowl for the longest time and slurp and slurp and slurp with their little pink tongues because they take in so little with a slurp. Or when you wake up and find one of them curled up with you on the bed…
But seriously, I’m a dog person!
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