Saturday, March 14, 2009

Saying No

As I sit here typing this, I'm listening to the rain pitter patter on the roof and blended into that sound is the meowing of two adorable kitties. Outside. These are/were the neighbors kitties that I've been feeding for almost a month now and they have become attached to us already. I open the back door when it's feeding time and yell, "Kitty, kitty, kitty!" and both come running. It's the most sweetest thing.

I have a very soft spot in my heart for kitties. I only had one growing up for a year and a half. Sally. I received her as a birthday present for my 13th birthday. I was on cloud nine! My own pet and a CAT! I had wanted a cat for years and years, but it never came to fruition until the magic 13th year. She was a full grown tiger kitty and was my best and only friend when we moved away after 8th grade. I would take her on walks outside on her leash, clean her litter box, give her warm milk and her food and love on her. I would even sneak her into my bed, but she always ended up going down to the basement to sleep up in the ceiling. Soon after 9th grade started (still knowing no one), my mom and I were on our way to school one day when I saw a cat on the side of the road that had been hit by a car. "How sad!" I thought. What I didn't know was that it was my cat. My mom told me when I got home from school that day. She said that Sally got out somehow and was hit early in the morning. My lonely heart was broken into itty bitty pieces. I vowed not to cry in front of my mom and went upstairs and bawled my eyes out.

So, I'm having a hard time saying no to bringing these two adorable cats in our home and loving on them. Drying them off and giving them a warm place to sleep instead of the box with towels I put out for them. Tonight I opened the door to feed one and in it came, through the laundry room and down the hall before I could blink. I had to run after it, picked it up and the closer I got to the door, I found out the hard way that it had claws. The poor thing knew it was going back outside.

And they both spotted Max (the one pet we do have) and had their eyes glued to him. He would have no chance what-so-ever.

So...I'm avoiding going into the other room so I don't have to see both of them all soggy, looking in at me with those big eyes begging for me to let them in. Just once. It wouldn't hurt anyone. Right?


anne said...

I have zero advice for you on this one. I'm a kitty saver. :) And lucky for me, Andy's mush on that one so it takes zero convincing!

Jean said...

if this was our house, there would be no questions... :)

Hillary said...

Poor kitties!

Ummm... I think I missed something... Max? I read that he's a new member of your house and that he goes everwhere with Alina... what is he? (Pet Rock?!?) hehe!

Jean said...

At midnight they were still sitting there. Even with a raccoon on the deck eating the cat food. Boy were they growling at that mammoth beast!

Max. He's Alina's fish. :) He gets moved to whatever room Alina is in. His fish bowl has even been decorated with his name and decorations around the rim.

Luanne said...

A racoon now too??!! That sounds like trouble it obviously likes the cat food!

Good luck with this one!!

Jean said...

It's seriously like a wild life refuge out there. The two neighbor cats, a black cat, a white cat, an all gray cat, a not so cute cat with one ear, two opossums and a raccoon. I could sell tickets for all the shows that go on out there!