Two times within the last week, something came up that brought tears to my eyes because they made me think about Mickey and Brutus. The tears don’t last long, but I still feel a profound sadness when I realize they aren’t here anymore. And won’t be ever again.
We’ve jokingly talked about getting a new kitten. At least I think it’s jokingly. I have a sneaky feeling that if either one of us actually said, let’s do it, the other would cave. But even a new cat wouldn’t be Mickey or Brutus.
We all know each cat has its own personality. That can’t be replicated. And I know that doesn’t mean I couldn’t love another cat. But my “living with a cat” experiences are limited to those two and I loved them more than I realized I ever would.
It would be easy to get another cat. Things are popping up all the time about available cats. We’d just have to buy new litter boxes and replenish our cat food supply.
So, I need to constantly remind myself why we don’t want to get a new cat.
I think most of the expenses with a cat are when they’re new and when they’re old. All I know is, we spent a lot this past year with two sick cats. Not to mention the teeth cleanings and the little surgery Brutie had in 2016.
Even everyday things add up. There’s food, treats, litter. Our boys weren’t big into toys but they did like their treats. At least until they got sick.
No cat hair
I never knew a cat lost so much hair!! When you have two, it’s even worse. Especially when they’re white and you have dark wood floors. Not to mention the gray sofa in our living room and the chair they liked to sleep in.
You think you’re sweeping it up, only to find it floating through the air. It’s an endless job.
And my clothes. I tend to wear a lot of black, which is not good. Plus, they liked to sleep in my closet, so everything on the lower rack would be rubbed against.
I gave up a few afghans because once they started sleeping on them, the hair was matted in. And we hated to put anything covered in cat hair in the washer. Brutus also liked to pull on the yarn with his teeth, which didn’t do much for the afghan either.
Brutus liked to play in his water bowl. This was acceptable when he only had water downstairs, but as they got older, we wanted them to have access to water upstairs too. I’d either find the mat soaking wet or puddles of water on the floor. See, he not only played in his water bowl, but he liked to tip it over!!
Then there’s the usual messes – cat litter that gets stuck in their paws, hairballs, and throwing up after eating too fast. Towards the end, Mickey had trouble making it to the litter box, so there was that mess too.
Cats are definitely easier than dogs when it comes to leaving them home. We could go away for the weekend, making sure they had enough food and water to last a couple of days.
Long term travel required a cat sitter. Mary was a great sitter. She also got our mail and made sure things were Ok at the house. The boys loved her too. Now we don’t have to inconvenience her anymore or worry that she might not be available when we need her help.
But if we want to go away for three months in the winter, we have no options. We’ve already checked and any place we’d rent doesn’t allow cats. Some are fine with dogs, but no cats. Do some cats like riding in the car? Ours didn’t, so there’s that to consider as well. There’s no way I’d leave my cat behind for three months either.
Can put things where I want them
I learned a few things the hard way. Like not putting a vase with fresh flowers (and water, of course) on the end table in the living room. We did have a few vases knocked over.
I also can now put a laundry basket on the floor without a cat deciding it’s a great place to nap.
I can light candles on the coffee table downstairs without worrying about a cat burning himself or possibly burning down the house!!
I can knit in peace
Mickey wasn’t so bad when it came to this, but Brutus loved to play with the yarn while I was working with it. He was like that with my cross stitch thread as well. He’d be good for a while and then all of a sudden, he’d decide to attack. I can only imagine what a new cat would be like.
No worrying about cat allergies
A lot of people are allergic to cats. Most impactful to us is Tim’s son-in-law. If they were coming, we had to lock up the boys and make sure all the cat hair was removed from furniture, etc. Now when they visit, we won’t have to deal with that.
Have I convinced myself? Tim has said if we were to ever get one, we had to start with a kitten, since that’s the fun part. It would be nice to watch as a kitten matures. I also know kittens can be crazy wild and I don’t know if I’m up for that. I like having a Christmas tree and other “nice” things that a new kitten might destroy.
Rationally, I know we do not want another cat. But when I see a cute furry face and think about the companionship I miss, it’s hard not to try to justify it.
It’s all Tim’s fault. I never would have known what I was missing if he hadn’t brought Mickey and Brutus into my life!! No, Tim – this is not my way of saying I want a new cat. At least I don’t think it is. 😺😺