I realize with dismay that it has been waaaay too long since I blogged about my kitties. I apologize; I know that most of you are waiting with baited breath to hear about every adorable little move they make.
Cute as our furry beasties are, the fact is our standards are slipping all to hell. First let me state that my home is very clean. Nearly immaculate…well it was one time back in 1999 for about 16 minutes…but I digress. When we first brought home our four little rescue kitties in August 2011, we were determined to right the wrongs of kitties past. Dan and I agreed that every time one of the cats got on a table or counter we would pick them up and put them right back down on the floor. In theory, sooner or later they would be “trained.” Yep-a-rooni.
So, that lasted about two weeks. We were diligent, but admittedly outnumbered, so it wasn’t all that easy. Then one day I came into the kitchen and Chrissy was lounging about on the kitchen table while Dan ate breakfast. When I interrogated him he said it was just too much trouble to keep throwing them off every single time they got up, so as long as Chrissy wasn’t trying to get to his food it was OK. So much for standards, we were on a slippery slope into oblivion.
Then there’s the problem with Janet. She validates the expression “curiosity killed the cat.” Let’s say, for example, that I open the refrigerator to, I don’t know, pull out some food or a beverage. Janet immediately takes that opportunity to try and wedge herself into the fridge. Ditto when I open the freezer. Not only is this not hygienic, it is downright scary, so Dan and I are now in the habit of double checking the fridge and freezer anytime we close them.
But until recently we at least had some illusion of standards. I’m not clear on what they were, but I recognized the loss of them when I noticed Jack was sniffing our leftover dinner on the stove. Dan was standing right there! So I noted that perhaps he could, you know, move Jack along. And my husband looked me straight in the eye and said “Well, he’s just sniffing. It’s not like he licked anything or waved his tail over it.” And he was dead serious.
For any of you who might be invited to my home to partake in food and/or beverage, please know that things like this never, ever happen when we are having company. Nope, the cats respect those boundaries completely. So no worries…and I’ll be right back as soon as I double check the fridge…