I’ve written before about how Grace and I both want a cat, but we’ve yet to take the plunge for various reasons…feces being the biggest reason of the bunch.
Well My Faithful Readers, fell free to get excited (assuming any of you give a rat’s ass), because we’re getting closer and closer to making it happen.
We’ve been talking a lot more about it lately and it feels like we’ve definitely taken the initial steps on the road to cat ownership.
The cat discussions have begun.
We’ve agreed that we both want to get our cat from a shelter.
We’ve agreed that we both dig American short-haired cats.
We’ve agreed that neither one of us really wants a white cat (they’re so hard to keep clean).
We’ve agreed that we both want a cat that will pay his/her portion of the rent and poop gold coins. Oddly enough, we haven’t found any listings for cats matching this description.
After that we’ve started to run into some issues.
Grace wants one cat.
I want ALL THE CATS.
Grace wants a chill cat to lie on her lap.
I want a cat that’s jacked-up on Adderall and Red Bull.
Grace wants a cat that doesn’t require her attention 24/7.
I want the cat’s attention 24/7…and Grace’s too…and probably yours as well.
Needless to say, we’ve run into some obvious roadblocks as we continue our slow march toward cat ownership.
Grace would like a cat that is less like me (read: needy, ADD, over-the-top energetic, in need of constant attention, Iowan, etc.) and instead is drastically more mellow and easy-going.
It’s hard to fault her on this. If you’ve already got one large animal you’ve got to handle that fits all those descriptions, why would you want a second one?!
Personally, I want a cat that is somehow just a reincarnated version of me from a different time and dimension that was magically transported to an animal shelter in present day Boston.
I can’t help but think we’ll work through this one. There are always those middle-of-the-road cats that can be both hyper and chill depending on their mood.
One sticking point right now is that I want two cats.
I want to name them Turk and JD and frolic about our tiny apartment with them whilst dressed in my Batman costume.
Grace has drawn a line in the sand at one cat.
Her logic is that I am JD, so we can get just Turk and he’ll be all set. Also, I believe no one will be wearing a Batman costume in her scenario. This displeases me.
In the end, she’s probably right.
Scratch that, she’s always right.
She has a much better track record for “logical thinking” than I do in situations involving super cute cats.
There’s probably no good reason to jump into cat ownership by getting two cats for one tiny apartment that’s barely big enough for the two people who already live there.
Anyway, I’ll keep y’all posted as we go, but rest assured, the cat discussions have begun!