2cats2many

I appreciate my cats, I think. We have two cats. We used to have one. But then the one needed another. We've got two now. And ...every-now-and-then, I get to thinking that we got two cats too many. Like when they keep me awake at night by pushing me off of my bed. They literally roll me off. It's embarrassing, I'm almost fifty. Or , when they have me chase them around the neighborhood during a snowy cold night after sneaking outside. They know I don't like snow... cold...or night.

Maurice left, Ted right

I like my cats, I think. I'm not sure that they love or even like me. Although they show it sometimes, "Like" , that's is. Especially Maurice. Maurice is kinda girlyish for a boy cat. He cuddles,he purrrrrs, he rolls around in your arms, and wraps his legs around your neck and rubs his nose in your ear. I might like Maurice maybe. Sometimes I get the notion that he might even possibly sort of enjoy my company. He eats the food I give him, more than often, but he prefers to chew on my shoes or eat the sofa. I woke the other day to find him chewing on my finger. There were holes in my finger, he had been at it for some time, you could tell by the amount of blood. I like Maurice sometimes, I think.

Ted taking Maurice's temperature...

Ted is the macho cat of the two, not hard considering how much of a sissy Maurice is. Ted is fat. He eats Maurice's food. Maurice just looks at us when Ted does this, he expects us to intervene, if we don't, he pouts and points at Ted with his paw, he just points and pouts. Maurice won't fight for himself, unless of course it is three in the morning, and he is at war with my finger. He is one- for-one with the finger, but Ted would kill him. Ted is smart. He knows how to open doors and sneak out of the house (we're thinking about hiding the car keys from him...better safe than sorry). He knows how to drag my personal things behind the toilet and hide them there. He will watch me watch him put them there, and then act like it never happened. Ted thinks I'm stupid. I feed him, and he doesn't pay me back, he doesn't even have a job. I clean up his poop and pee...he looks at me like I deserve it.

I like Ted, often enough anyway. Sometimes he likes me, but it's usually just to embarrass me. He is so obvious when he does it too, it's usually when we have visitors. If he could drive I would buy him a car. If he could read and write( I don't think he does) , I would pay his college tuition. Even when I am busy, I will cater to his needs first. I like ted. I think he likes me,I'm not sure.

If I could do it all over again I would have zero cats.

Notta feline nowhere.

I liked my privacy (they know everything). I like going away and not having to cut a visit short so I can be back on time to feed the cats. I like being able to find my socks , dish sponges, camera equipment , et al, were I left them 10 minutes ago, and not down the stairs, behind the toilet bowl, behind the sofa, or never to be seen again. Only god knows where they hide the stuff. I think they sell them on ebay.

Teddly, "Like I'm gonna move..."

But for now we have 2 cats 2 many. And I am willing to live with that, because there are times when I am alone at night on the sofa reading a book, sipping a cup of coffee, and I'll feel the warmth of their little bodies against my lap as they snuggle close. And in that moment , somehow the book reads better and the coffee seems tastier. And as I scratch behind their ears, as I turn the pages into the early morning hours - as they join me in being alone - I get the uneasy feeling that I possibly might even, sorta, kinda like, maybe even ... love,maybe...my cats.

MTH