When Your Husband is Defeated by a Four Pound Cat.
The kids and I left this weekend to come down to Kentucky to stay with my parents for a week.
I’m photographing my friend’s birth and her due date was Saturday. So far no baby! This is her third birth. I’ve photographed the other two. Have I ever mentioned how much I love births??
Tyler had to work on Monday and Tuesday (today and tomorrow). He’s planning on coming down on Wednesday.
So the way we have our ridiculous kitties set up at our new house is fairly simple. We put their stinky litter boxes in the garage. The cats can come inside the house, and from there I let them outside or they go back in the garage.
It’s worked ok, but there have been a few accidents when kitties are trapped in the house with no access to a box.
I always put them out in the garage every night with the litter boxes, food, and water. It’s a routine. I’ve found that cats are destructive in the dark at night and I got fed up with having my things shredded and finding fur on my counter tops every morning. Yuck.
One of our cats is named Kahleesi. She was found out in the woods on a cliff overlooking the Kentucky river, back when we lived at the cabin. She was a teeny, tiny rut of a kitten and very sick with an upper respiratory infection.
After lots of love and care she recovered, though she still has a gross cough two years later. But she never grew much. She only weighs 4-5 pounds as an adult. She’s very, very loving. But she’s also particular. I am her only person. I guess because I hand fed her and spent so much time helping her live as a tiny kitten. She is terrified of other people. When she gets scared she hides for days at a time. Since she’s so small she can hide very well.
So when the kids and I left to come to Kentucky Kahleesi was doing what she always does during the day: hiding in my bedroom. At night when I get in bed she comes out and lays on me and purrs for a little while before I get up and put her in the garage.
I was in a hurry to leave on Sunday afternoon. I forgot she was in the bedroom. The other cats were already in the garage. She apparently peed on our bed. (Again! She was the culprit last week I guess!) Tyler noticed her in there this morning and thought he could just pick her up and put her outside.
It did not go well.
She was so terrified of him that she peed all over his work clothes. He was so mad. Bwahaha! Since when do cats pee on people!?! That’s so a lowly dog thing to do.
Then she scratched the hell out of his arms. When she gets scared she tends to cling to you.
You know, lovingly like a baby monkey hanging onto its mama with sharp finger nails.
Tyler was forced to fling her off of him in order to save his skin from complete shredding.
She ran back upstairs to her safe spot under our bed.
He cannot get her out. He has called me raging about this tiny cat multiple times.
Yes dear, I’m in Kentucky taking care of our three kids alone while I’m sick with a cold. Ada is also very sick and has a sinus infection along with a cough that makes her gag. I’m managing a circus here. I’m sorry you’re fighting with my cat…
He has finally taken my suggestion of setting up a litter box and food/water in our master bathroom for her.
I told him I needed to Skype with the cat so that I could calm her down, but he suggested that would be ridiculous.