Things I Wasn't Told

There are a few things I wasn't told about having a cat. I believe I wasn't told these things on the grounds that it could have changed my mind on getting one. So for all of those people out there in blog land who are thinking about getting a cat, let me tell you a few secrets that "cat people" are keeping to themselves.

Secret #1:  Not all cats are clean.

My cat is the messiest eater. It will come to me after it has eaten and it will have food ALL over it's mouth. Then of course, it wants to rub on you with it's dirty mouth.

Secret #2

Cats aren't always quiet. My cat is noisy!!!!!! Every morning when we all get up. He has to inform me about everything that went on in the night. He meows for at least 10 mins straight. Non stop! It's like he's carrying on a conversation.

Secret #3

Cats will play with some of the dumbest things! My cat snubs his nose at all of the cat toys that my sister gave him. He would rather play with the rock that was brought into the house on someones shoe. Therefore leaving it in just the right place to step on it bare foot during your nightly visit to the restroom. His other favorite toy is puppy pee pads. My sister gave them to me to put in front of his litter box so he won't leave a mess. Which leads me to secret #4.

Secret #4

Cats poop A LOT! I won't go into detail, but you can just imagine.

Secret # 5

Cats chase their tails. My cat will spend hours stalking his tail. He will spin, flip, and roll so that he can capture that annoying little thing that is constantly following him.

Secret # 6

Cats can get on your bed. And. They. Will.

The last secret (for now)......

Secret #7

Cats will sit on your head when YOU are sleeping.  Enough said.

So until next time....

Small Farm Girl, secret teller.

New Addition, Again.

Yep, a cat. We got a cat. I didn't think of myself as a cat person. I mean, I like peoples cats. But, I like them at THEIR house. But this little cutie just NEEDED me.

You see, he has feline lukimia so he can't be with other cats without infecting them. He also can get sick from other cats because his imune system is weak.  So, me being a softy, decided he could stay with us. (I'm so weak.)  It has been a couple weeks now and he has settled in. The only problem is, we really don't have a name for him. I mean, I call him Kitty all the time, but I don't want that to be his name. I WAS going to call him Mr. Meow-gi, (get it, from Karate Kid fame?) but Hubby didn't like it. So I am going to ask my creative followers to help me come up with a name for him. Any suggestions?

So until next time,

Small Farm Girl, sucker.