It's War...Me, and the Cats....

The house, has been, well, a mess, of late... not a horrible, 'hoarder' type mess... just... I haven't been able to see the top of the table, for weeks... bills... new stuff, headed for the shop, more bills... yeesh... So, it was too hot to work outside, late, this afternoon..... it took me all of 20 minutes to get things put away, and the table put back in order...{ why do I always procrastinate...} Now... as you know... I am a huge animal lover... however... I really don't like cats in the house... we have 4... Mama... Phil, Lil, and Baby... Mama was brought in, by son, Justin... about 12 years ago... Phil and Lil, are her babies, and Baby, is the last to arrive... I would have them indoor, outdoor, but, we live on a major hi way, and they would never survive...They worship John... Follow him around, like pet lambs... me... well let me tell ya... I am their slave... They break everything I love the most... My favorite Ironstone pitcher, was the last casualty... I saved one shard, to remember it by... My shoes were under the table, a few mornings ago... when I went to put them on, one shoe had a massive hairball, spit up in it...{ They must have saved up for weeks... it was stuck like glue...} I am the official litter box cleaner... I don't allow them on the counters, or table...{they Never attempt it, while I'm around...I'm sure they party, all over the counters, when I'm gone...I always clean everything, over and over, just in case... I have left my lap top open, and they walk all over it... who knows what they have sent out, over the web...} Tonight, as I was walking through the dining room, to go downstairs, to eat supper, I was completely surprised by Phil....he had his huge body, sprawled out, on the nice clean, freshly scrubbed, table...and not just any place, on the table... oh nooooo.... at MY coffee sippin', phone talkin', bloggin', favorite place, in the entire house, end of the table...... He just glared at me... I let him stay... Polly was right beside me... she never leaves my side, when food is involved... if I had swished him off, Polly would have chased him, and there goes another piece of ironstone...... I have shared many of the stories, of the 'Cat Trials',{some, are very, very ugly...} with Peg... Her advise... lock John, and the cats in one room of the house... or, have them all move to his shop... He truly is, the 'Cat Man'... They all sleep with him... when he walks from one room to the next, they all follow... My Old Pal, Julie, and I did a survey... as women would talk about their boyfriends, and husbands... complaining, about this, and that... we asked them, "Does your better half like cats?"... We found, men that like, or well tolerate cats, make excellent partners.... why? Well... women are a lot like cats... Independent, moody, loving, {on her terms} and will cough up a hairball on your shoe, if you don't give them the attention they want! Happy Trails... Barb C. {Don't worry, Mary...{a.k.a. Cat Woman}{Dark Horse Antiques} You know how much I love animals....Grrrr...They are safe... Grrr...}