It's Raining Cats. Who Knew?

Ambivalence would have been a word I used to describe my response to cats until these last few years. Now I have three and a half cats inhabititing my house more or less. Two of them go in and out. One by desire, the other by demand as he is an invited guest I took in during the bad weather. Of course, me being me and the cat being the cat he stays in my room with the door closed, has food and water and his own lit!ter and has claimed my pillow as his cat bed. The door is closed because the three cats who hold ownership in my home will not take kindly to a guest in their midst.

This invited cat cannot stay forever. He could but he can't as my husband has set a three cat limit. He was the one who wanted...well...one of the cats. I approached the other two about joining our little home. One of my finds was, at the time, a small kitten with huge, beautiful eyes and a lovely disposition. He was destined to the feral life had I not intervened. A little time has passed. He is growing and asserting what can only be referred to as "tom cat" traits. He "da man"! Pity for him that all our cats are male. He is the only one with his "goods" intact. Nor for much longer though.

This week, given my own way, we would have acquired the cat in the bedroom and the tiny dog my son needs to give away. My husband is mentally challenged at this point in his life but not so much that he has not noticed the increasing ratio of animals to humans. This afternoon he made it clear that he will not support this madness....dare I say, eccentricity...that seems to have taken over me. In a magnanimous mood and secretly grateful that he is less delusional than I am on this subject, I agreed that, in the end there will be only three cats and no dog. I did not mention the other dog I love. Best to know when to shut my mouth. (Did I hear snickering in the audience?")

Should Mr. Owl come calling I will be hard pressed to say no to him but I have my priorities if not my marbles. Mr. Owl may do a fly over and that simply must be the extent of it. If he will let me know the day and time I will stand outside and send him a hoot or two. The neighbors have learned now that I do walk around the neighborhood hooting , often in my p.j.'s and carrying a child's backpack with my stuff in it. I work from my mom's house so tote things back and forth in all manner of outfits depending on the time of day and my fine sense of fashion. (I insist you stop that snickering in the audience!! I like p.j.'s and plastic shoes and my kinda pink dotted bookbag.)

It is almost time to get up so I will go to bed now. Gotta move that darn cat off my pillow first!