That Darn Cat

My husband is not a cat lover. When we first got together my oldest was just six. He had a kitty and we loved her desperately. Hubby tolerated her at best. Funny thing was she really liked hubby! As things go she passed away several years later. Hubby was firm on no more cats. So, we got a dog instead. Shadow is a very neurotic little cockapoo that lives in fear of the vacuum cleaner and goes nuts at the sound of the doorbell. We love her and for that she's gentle, cuddly and will always greet you at the door.

Back to the cat. Several months ago a kitten took up residence at the barn. It was just the one and we had no idea if the mother had died or someone had just dropped it off. Hubby was not amused, but I said it's at the barn it'll be a good mouse catcher. Well, we couldn't not feed it so I bought some cat food and set it out every evening at the barn of course.

Several months later -- the cat is huge, a big, red fur ball. It no longer stays at the barn. It comes up to the house and it's a meower. It drives Shadow nuts when she can see it through the windows. It's great a catching mice. Living out in the woods -- he catches them all the time. Sometimes he catches and kills them and leaves the carcass on the front porch. A gift I suppose. He loves to lay on the patio around the pool and really adores the flower gardens. There are little tufts of cat hair all over the yard. Hubby is really not amused.

The house is still for sale -- the cat is part of the deal, no extra charge!