7 Things I Can't Do These Days Because I Have Cats
It’s amazing how two 10-pound furry little things can totally change the way you do things. From the moment Pimp came into my life almost 14 years ago (and Moo showed up on my back porch four years ago), my life has never been the same.
I wouldn’t trade having cats for anything in the world, but because I have them, there are some things that I'll never be able to do again.
1. Wake up after 7 a.m. (and that’s sleeping in!)
People tell me stories about lazing around in bed until noon, hitting the snooze repeatedly throughout the morning, or just lying around in bed and relaxing before popping up for the day. I marvel at this idea. Imagine that!
My day starts with Moo’s cold, sometimes wet nose in my face, gently prodding my forehead. Then it’s a paw at my nose. Then it’s a furry body prancing across my pillow and back and forth over my body ... on his way back to nudge my face with his nose again.
Rolling over only makes the matter more urgent. Now it’s Moo firmly meatloafed on my chest, his face one inch from mine, burrowing in my neck and rubbing my chin. Eventually, it’s a mad meower, standing next to me on the floor by the bed, more persistent and unsnoozable than any alarm clock. Ignore that and he starts knocking every object off the nightstand, one by one.
The cat has not eaten for at least six hours, and is clearly starving. I’m up, I’m up! And then he eats five bites and walks away from his bowl.
2. Shower without being stared at
It’s like it’s a constant peep show at my house. Pimp’s favorite spot to sit is on the bathroom counter, and his favorite time to sit there is shower time. Maybe it’s because it’s like a steam room or sauna in there and he’s clearing his little pores. Whatever the reason, turn on the bathtub faucet and he comes running to perch on the sink.
Usually he just lies down and takes a break from his busy day (busy day of taking other breaks, I guess), but sometimes he walks over to where the glass shower doors meet the counter and just sits tall, staring in. At which point, I say hello and wipe off the fog and condensation on the doors so he can see me better.
I think maybe he’s worried about me in all that water.
3. Throw out boxes
I may or may not have an online shopping problem. Boxes arrive all the time from every which website –- Amazon, shoe clubs, pet companies, you name it. Most people keep what’s inside the boxes and throw out the packaging. I empty the box and place it smack-dab in the middle of my living room floor and announce, “Moo, I got you a box!”
Every box must be inspected immediately. You can count on that. And if it’s a favorite, the box stays there for weeks (sometimes more), until a new favorite comes along. I try to keep it to one box, but sometimes you just can’t help it if he falls in love with several.
Boxes are practically part of the décor in my house.
4. Have “a moment” with my boyfriend alone
Moo can't see affection happening without wanting to be part of it and getting his fair share. He’s an attention whore, and doesn't like anyone hogging up what should rightfully be his.
So every time my boyfriend even so much as pulls me in for a hug, Moo comes right on over and starts rubbing up against our legs and doing figure eights. If we’re lying on the couch and the BF leans in for a kiss, there’s Moo walking across us, tail furring up our faces and demanding we direct our attention to him.
And God forbid there’s something more intimate going on ... he’s on the bed just having to be a part of it. (For the record, I push him off. Being in the room is one thing, actually being on the bed is another story. But that doesn’t mean, of course, that he doesn’t just jump right back up. Talk about distracting!)
5. Burn candles
I can no longer light candles in my house. Even the ones that are in jars and covered, there’s no way, for two reasons: First, the obvious –- I don’t want any accidents happening and tails or fur catching on fire.
Second, because I have a habit of forgetting to blow candles out, and then I have to turn around halfway to wherever I was going to go back home and deal with them. Even if it is a jar candle that would never light up the house, I don’t want any chance of accident with the cats there.
But I love candles, especially the smell of them, and those plug-in air fresheners just aren’t the same. Luckily, I’ve discovered wax tarts. These are amazing! You melt them in little tart warmers, which are heated with tiny tea lights. I put them high up enough where no cat can get to them, and I never have to worry about forgetting to blow them out, because when the tea light is done in a couple hours, it just goes out on its own. Best. Invention. Ever.
6. Lie on the couch with a blanket without a cat on me
This scenario plays out every time: I lie on the couch to watch TV or read a book and pull a throw blanket over me to keep warm and cozy.
Cue the cat!
Pimp somehow hears it (do blankets make noise?!) and runs right over (no exaggeration, he hauls kitty butt) to get on top of me. He then proceeds to circle until he find the perfect spot (always the same spot; I don’t know why he makes a show out of it) and settles down.
And it’s not just me, either. Anyone who lies on the couch with a blanket gets the same treatment.
And it’s not one particular blanket. Anyone with any blanket on the couch gets a Pimp topper.
7. Keep things on my nightstand
I used to plug in my cellphone and leave it on my nightstand by the bed. I also used to keep a ChapStick there (hi, my name is Dorian and I’m addicted to ChapStick) and the TV remote and a few other random things.
One day Moo learned that nothing made me sit straight up awake faster than the sound of my $600 iPhone crashing to the floor. And now it’s like a game. I don’t think he does it just to wake me up anymore; I think he actually enjoys watching me react.
One by one, he’ll knock something down and just look over at me until I acknowledge it. He’ll lightly tap his paw at the TV remote until it falls, and then he’ll glance my way to make sure I saw it. Yup, I did. Okay, next thing! And off goes the each item on the nightstand until everything is on the ground. Then he walks away nonchalantly. His work there is done.
So now I keep only nonbreakable items that make minimal noise when they fall. This way he still gets to play his game (I can’t believe I entertain this, but whatever) and I get to sleep through the night without worrying if my phone will turn on or not the next morning.
Did I miss anything? Do you have things you can no longer do because you have cats? Share them in the comments!
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