Cat Lover

I titled this blog "Cat Lover" because I am. I have owned many different kinds of pets through out my pet owning life. Goldfish, hermit crabs, parakeets, rats, cockatiels, a king snake and it's food (mice), rabbits, dogs and cats have all been blessed enough to be part of my family. I was at one point a dog trainer. I thoroughly enjoy coexisting with several species under one roof.... BUT, UUUUUHHHHHHGGGGGG!!! This morning at dawn I woke to my ankle touching something moist and mushy. There was just enough light coming from the window for me to see it wasn't a "present" my cat decided to bring me, no, worse.... cat barf.

Why is it that in a house where the entire thing is covered in lament hard wood looking floors my cat manages NEVER to puke on that? No, she has to puke on her cat tree, on the couch, on the entry way rug, on the door mat.... apparently, anything that is more difficult to clean than simply wiping it up is fair game for hair balls. I mean, come on... 5 more inches and she would've hit the floor instead of my foot.

I am definitely liking my new home though. The previous owner had 2 dogs, so whenever I mop, it smells like wet dog (yea, not) in my house. The good news is that she also installed a "dog door" to the backyard. Aside from the occasional nigh time visitor, I have the added benefit of my cat being able to poop outside. It's cut my litter box cleaning by half at least and I've looked, I can't find it out back to clean it up because thankfully, she buries it.

I got on a friend's case the other day because he called his 2 year old boxer his "baby". It was a post on a forum "my baby...". I'm like, "I didn't know you had kids". He meant his dog. Now, I joke that my first born is my cat. Princess and I have gone through more addresses and boyfriends together than anyone else in my life. I've eaten top romin for a week to pay for her cat food and stuff, but she is not my "baby". I think that if you adopt something and have the option of taking it back, it can never truly be your "baby". If you can actually move into a place that doesn't "accept pets" so you have to give yours away, it is not your "baby". If you can't take care of it anymore, for whatever reason, it's not your "baby". I love animals. I love Princess Belle, but come on people, have some self respect and be sure to allow your pet some as well. We CoExsist. We Share Souls. We do not get married. Let's let a gay couple have a shot at it first before we start to include pets, ok?

Think it through before you OWN another living being. There will be good days and bad, even with the ones you love. When in doubt offer to babysit or borrow someone else's, I'm sure they might enjoy a break or at the very least, sharing. Some kennels/shelters/pounds let people become foster homes for pets, try that. A commitment is a commitment when a life is involve.

I don't mean to come across as if I'm on a rant. I just get a little upset when a friend who's moving flushed a live fish down the toilet 'cause she doesn't want to deal with moving it. I'm tired of the neigbor who moves away and leaves all their cats. I'm dissapointed in man kind that he can create such an over population of cats, dogs, iguanas, boas, etc. that the only way man can figure out to deal with the issue is to kill them by the millions each year. Maybe I should've titled this blog "animal lover and occational tree hugger".

btw, I'm looking into getting 3 or 4 chickens next spring!! I'm so excited!! (yes, it takes me several months of research to commite, even for animal ownership)