I'm not a crazy cat lady. The crazy part I have covered, however, I'm extreeeeemly allergic to cats. As much as I think they are adorable and I DO think they are adorable, I can't have cats. Three of my kids are also allergic and my Granddaughter has asthma.
Last Monday, in the wee hours of the morning, some jackass (pardon my language) dumped a storage tote of cats in my yard. There were at least four. I stepped outside when I heard them making racket and stomped my feet to discourage them away from my porch. One kept approaching me, meowing. I retreated inside to get a squirt bottle, to further discourage them. That's when I saw something that stopped me in my tracks. The baby. Crap, an overly adorable young kitten. Did I mention I'm allergic?
Shoot! What now? My neighbor is a cat lady, but she already has cats. She said she wouldn't let one starve if it showed up at her house, but I can't get the cats to move along and I refuse to let them starve, or shoo them away and worry myself to death over what happens to them.
Only two of them, mother and baby, are remaining glued to my front beds and porch. The other two have moved along, thank goodness. I've tried calling three no-kill shelters and they are full. Imagine that.
I CAN'T KEEP THESE CATS! Have I mentioned I'm allergic?
My neighbor, the cat lady, gave us a baggie of cat food, for safe measure. They went through that in no time. I bought a small bag of cat food! How crazy is that??? (Shoot me now) I don't want these cats to stay here, yet I'm feeding them! That's not the way to rid yourself of cats.
4:15 am, hubby is trying to get out the door to go to work. I'm trying to help by getting a scoop of food out there, so he can make it to the car without being followed and worrying about running over one of them, when the mommy cat squeezes between my legs and heads INSIDE MY HOUSE, LIKED IT OWNED THE PLACE! We were able to lure it back out by jiggling a scoop of food, but the fact it got in, is very distressing to me. Have I mentioned I'm allergic to cats?
Somebody help me, something has to be done! Should I call the SPCA? I won't call the pound, I'm pretty sure they would put them down. I hate begging and feeling desperate, but I'm desperate to find them a home with someone who can love them and touch them. They so want to be petted and loved.
I CAN'T HAVE CATS... I WON'T HAVE CATS... however, they are gorgeous!
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