The Perfect Houseguest

Casey the kitty came to visit Thursday night. Irv was off on Friday, so I called him late in the morning to see how Casey and our dogs were doing and to see how his ceiling painting was going. All I heard when he answered the phone was, "Get out of the (bleeping) paint!"

"I can hear things are going well," I said. :)

You tend to forget how curious cats are when you haven't had one around for a while. The dogs were terrified of Casey after she smacked them both in the head when they got too close on Friday. She doesn't have claws, so I'm sure just their canine pride was hurt.

Casey didn't do anything that cats don't normally do. She was very well behaved....for a cat. I was quickly reminded though of the things that drove me crazy when I had cats.

Here are a few:

Dogs eating cat poop
Cats sprawling out on the kitchen table
Cats walking across the stove when you are making dinner and the burners are ON
Cats having to lick every glass, cup, plate, bowl, knife, fork, spoon, pot and pan you set down
Cats wanting to help you put on your make up in the morning
Cats intentionally knocking things off tables because they think it's fun to hear them hit the floor
Cats that make a game out of jumping on the counter and having you put them back down on the floor
Cats that can jump back up on the counter faster than you can stand back up after putting them on the floor

Cats are cute and cuddly, but somewhere between the loss of our last cat and this past weekend the antics I once thought were adorable have become not quite so cute.

I told Irv that I really don't want a kitten anymore and he agreed. I also told him I don't think I want a third dog and he said, "I do".

Hmmmmmm.....woof, woof, woof?