It’s a problem.
So much that I now “own” (I use this word very loosely) seven and a half cats. I say half because a few of these kitties are transients who take turns going on walk-about. But one way or another if you look on my front porch you’ll see them- lounging about, bathing, doing cat-stuff...
Sometimes I wonder- How on earth did I end up with so many cats?
But I know the answer, of course.
It all started a few years ago, not long after our beloved dog crossed the rainbow bridge. I had firmly decided I didn't want anymore pets, they grow old far too fast and leave- taking a piece of your heart with them.
I told myself I liked not having an animal to worry about and feed and take care of.
Then, one night my husband and I were leaving a party, and as we walked down the street to where our car was parked a little black cat came out from under some azalea bushes meowing and generally acting lost. The closest house was vacant so I went back to the party to ask my friends.
“Hey, do you know ho owns the fluffy black cat?”
“The dumpster cat?” My friend asked. “It's been hanging around for a few weeks."
“I think someone left it,” added his roommate.
I ventured back out to tell my husband the cat was abandoned and ask what he thought we should do, but by the time I reached the car the cat was sitting on his lap with her paws on the steering wheel. she glanced over at me and let out a couple meows as if to say, "What are we waiting for? Let's go home."
I looked at my husband, he shrugged. "She jumped through the window as soon as I rolled it down."
The cat meowed again and it was settled. She'd taken one look at me and known- I was a sucker.
Then came the very skittish, very pregnant stray female I spotted in the neighborhood. It took me a couple of years to catch her and get her fixed and in that time she had brought me two of her litters- yep, she knew I was a sucker, too.
So, what are you a sucker for?
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