Cat Scratch Fever

November 14, 2010

I do not have a cat.  I do not want a cat.   Not that I have anything against cats.  My problem is with pets.  I don't want one.  And I wish the cat mafia would stop trying to give me one.

A couple months ago someone left a kitten, complete with litter and food in the back of my husbands truck one night.  Who DOES something like that?  If I wanted a cat, I would have one.  I don't want one forced on me by someone who doesn't have the nerve to take responsiblity for it.  The kitten stayed with us for about a week until we found somewhere else for it to go.   Harrison LOVED it and followed it everywhere but it frustrated him to no end because he just wanted to play with it, and kittens aren't puppies.  I don't know if you knew that.

So we got rid of the cat and told Harrison it went home.  He was sad but mostly got over it, though he still talked about it whenever he saw a cat.

B) Our backyard always has its fair share of cats.  I don't know if they are strays or belong to the neighbors and just like to hang out in our yard cuz the hunting is so good.  Either way I usually just ignore them, and they run away from me.  But in the last few days one of them has gotten increasingly friendly, until one night I came home to find him sitting on the door mat.  Harrison got all excited and said "My Cat!  My cat came home!"   which made me feel very sad.

If I go outside that cat starts rubbing against my legs like it is in love with me and it spent all night pacing back and forth outside the back door.  Scratching and trying to get in.  Where does it think it is?  Does it know that it doesn't live here?



I think the Feline underground has had some wires crossed somewhere along the lines.  Cuz when they are leaving their little hobo-cat markings on the fence posts, the ones outside our house seem to be saying "This is a good place to get food."   And it's not true!  Just ask my husband.

Now, 5 days later, the cat is STILL sitting on the back porch.  Sometimes he paces back and forth in a frenzy, but mostly he just sits there, unmoving.  Watching me with those wide, staring eyes. That seem to be saying "Wait till Martin comes."

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13 comments

  1. I am sorry. I really don't like cats. We had a cat that would climb up the tree near our patio, and jump off into our patio. We live on the second floor, and couldn't figure out how he got up there, until a neighbor told us.

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  2. Creepy and I hate cats too. Cats gross me out. Should we be calling you the "Cat Lady" now? Bahahaha! No but really, that stinks and I am sorry.

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  3. Thank you very much...I had totally blocked out that horrible scary story and all I had to do was see the cover and it all came back. Gosh I hate you sooooo much right now.

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  4. I admit it. I'm the one who keeps trying to give Harrison a cat. I left the one in the truck, and I've told the cat underground that Harrison really needs a cat to frustrate and torment him so he can learn the lessons of life. Like that once you become really attached to a cat it either dies or decides to love the neighbor better.

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  5. Darn it all, I love cats. But after our last one died, my husband put his foot down. "No more!" he yelled, shaking his fist. The people who used to live in our house had a cat. When they moved, they took it with them, but it found it's way back to our house. We've lived here for almost two years, and that cat just stays in the yard watching us and begging to come inside. I didn't even feed it for the first two weeks because I know if you feed them, they'll stay (and I like being married to my husband, so I was trying to be a good little wifey). But I finally caved. So now I feed the cat, it stays outside and I apologize to him every day that I can't let him inside my nice warm home.

    What does that have to do with your predicament? Not much. The end.

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  6. I think cats are useless. They don't cuddle, they scratch and you can't play with them and they are hairy. Yuck. Good luck with your cat problem! :)

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  7. I'm not sure who to feel sorrier for - you or the cat.

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  8. Unlike Fae I am delighted to be reminded of the "Wait for Martin" story. Is it possible that record still exists somewhere??? And if it did, is it possible that someone has a record player???

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  9. Oh my Gosh, I missed the link!!! It is like a time machine, taking me right back to 1984!

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  10. I missed the link too! How cool is it that you could listen to that spooky story again? Don't you just love the internet?

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  11. Creepy, just creepy. A dog would never be that creepy. But I can say one thing. Those darn kittens are so tricky. THey are so cute and loveable, it so hard to remember that they grow up to be CATS. Ew. :)

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  12. I love your blog!

    A fellow cat hater,

    Charms

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  13. If my dad wasn't deathly allergic to cats, we'd have one. But I'm not that fond of cats. I'd rather have a dog.

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