So, I for some reason have 3 cats. Well I know the reason. The reason is because I love animals and also because I am a sucker. But frequently (tonight being one of those occasions) I wonder WHY?
I wonder why I have 3 cats because in the past 10 minutes I have had to get up 3 times to shut the lounge door that each of them has opened letting all the heat out of the room. I wonder why I have 3 cats because apparently they even with their collective wisdom, and let’s face it they are looking down on us, they can not work out how to close the door.
I wonder why I have 3 cats, because they have trained me to get up in the middle of the night to give them food. They have trained me to give them food in the middle of the night, because if I don’t they will not let me sleep and to give in seems the easier option. I know they look at me and think “dumb arse” when I stumble down the hallway naked at 2.30am to pour some cat biscuits in the bowl.
I wonder why I have 3 cats, when one of them wont even let me touch him, and yet he has been with me for 11 years. He refuses to talk to me all summer, then in winter will climb on the bed when I am asleep to steal my warmth. Eye contact is not allowed and will lead to an immediate vacation of the room by him. Thus, opening the door and letting all the heat out and let’s not go there again.
I wonder why I have 3 cats when I find cat fur on my clothes, because I left them washed and folded in the laundry basket because I was too lazy to put them away. I wonder why I have 3 cats when I find the clump of feathers in the kitchen and cannot find the rest of the body……
Tonight I wonder why I have 3 cats, and yet I know, I would not be without them…… Sucker!