There are a whole lot of reasons why I love my cats, but let’s start with why they drive me crazy. Any pet lover who says that their furry kids don’t do anything to drive them nuts is flat out lying. Because let’s be honest here, they are just like kids. When they want you attention they will do everything in their power to get it, no matter what that is. But when it’s the other way around, they have very short attention spans as well as selective hearing. At times it even seems like they’re doing the opposite of what I want on purpose. Sometimes I swear I can hear those wheels turning in their heads, they are just too smart. If my cats were to write a book it would surely be called “How to Make Your Parents Insane”. That would no doubt be a best seller. On any given day you can hear me saying “stop that!”, “don’t touch that”, “get down from there”, and many other colorful exclamations. I often find myself wondering “why will they eat junk off the floor and not the food in their bowls?”, “why will they beg me to open a door, just to ignore it once I do?”, “why would they rather watch me playing with their toys instead of playing themselves?” So many questions without answers, but I’m guessing the answer to all of these are “because I can”; hence the driving me insane part.
At the same time they are so cute sometimes I can hardly stand it. They love each other so dearly, the grooming and kissing practically never stops. When one wants to play, they’ll simply go over and bop the other one on the head and run. That look of “what just happened here?” makes me laugh every time. When Lacey runs around the house she practically skips and lets out the funniest meow at the same time; she’s such a character. She is a big ball of sunshine, a happy go lucky girl who gets into more trouble than any other pet I’ve ever had. I’ve had to baby proof everything in my house, she’s entertaining to say the least. Finnegan has become a real momma’s boy. At this time last year I thought our relationship was over. I accidentally poked him in the eye and that was the end of him loving his mom. He was terrified of me after that and refused to come near me. Lucky for me one of my good friends online sent us a calming collar www.ibdkitties.net/giftshops.html and it saved my relationship with him.
It took about a month for him to be completely over that horrific ordeal but when he was, it was a brand new start for us. He only needed that collar a short time and hasn’t needed it since. Now a year later, he wants to cuddle with me all the time. He’s a giant, puffy, ball of floof with a soft and tiny meow. It used to be that I could hardly hear it but Lacey has taught him some bad habits; one being how to yell at the top of his lungs for attention. The other is how to pound on the bedroom door all morning so mommy has to sleep with ear plugs. They sleep with me some of the night but at the witching hour, Lacey must get up and start knocking everything off my bookcase. She’s compelled to do it, she can’t help herself. These are all minor incidents compared to when they were kittens. They were little hellions to say the least. But as I sit here writing this, they are both napping and all I can think about is how much I want to tickle their furry little toes and bellies. They are everything to me and as much as they can drive me loony tunes, they make me laugh and smile a whole lot more. Life without them would be dull and I would be missing out on a lot of snuggles and kitty kisses. I’d be able to have plants in here again, I wouldn’t have to clean as much and I wouldn’t be eating fur all the time. Life would be a whole lot easier. But who wants that! I know I don’t!