Monday, August 20, 2007
When You're Owned by Cats
There are some things about living with cats that non-cat owners don’t understand. For one thing, you will never be alone, not really. I don’t remember the last time I went to the bathroom by myself. Or brushed me teeth alone. Take a nap? Not without Neely or Bubba. And then they get angry if I move my foot. It’s my foot, I’ll move it if I want to. They sit there and stare at me while I eat – even though I have never given them human food. They just sit there like the cat gods are going to bestow upon them a little crumb. Don’t hold your breath babies, it ain’t happening. There are times when I’m sitting in my big ol’ chair and all four of them are with me, leaving me no space to move. Ever try moving a mouse while reaching around a cat? Didn’t think so. Unless you have cats. Then you know what I mean. Aidan’s big thing is to walk up my chest and butt his forehead against mine, while I’m trying to type on the computer. That takes a lot of talent on my part. Anyway, I was just thinking about this as I sat in the bathroom surrounded by cats. All four of them. In a room as big as a closet. Come to think of it – haven’t I just described life with a toddler?