Naturally, I have to write about my favorite critters. Although there can be a downside with anything. I love cats because they are quiet, aloof, independent, self sufficient, stealthy, and know when you’re working and are good not to disturb you. Contrary to what some may think, they know if you’ve had a rough day, or are not feeling well and are there to lend their support.
It’s a little tough to travel with them and usually we have to find a sitter if we want to go on an extended stay anywhere. We did own a cabin in the mountains at one time and would take all six of them up there with us for the summer to escape the desert heat. You can imagine what that trip was like every time. Inevitably, somebody would get carsick. Tootie always gets so nervous she has to pee, so the first thing we have is a mess to clean up when we arrive. Other than that, the trip wasn’t bad once you get past the yowling stage.
The worst thing of all is when they throw up a hairball on the bed and I am the one who has to wake up and get up to clean it up in the middle of the night. My husband will hear it and wake me up from a dead sleep. The awful thing about this is that it is tough for me to sleep anyway, so it takes another two hours to go back to sleep. But once I finally do, I am usually so tired I think a bomb could drop beside the bed and I’d never know it.