Tigger is getting into this. Being the adoring Grandmother that I am, she is writing this post. The cat on your left is the infamous Kiwi-iwi. the cat to the right is her adorable son Puffins. This story is by my adorable grand girl, don't let her fool you she's crazy about these cats. Does she say something about moving out? Does she not know she will pack them up and take them with her?
If someone asked me what I thought about cats I'd tell them to not buy one unless they plan to vacuum and dust their house every day. I didn't always think that way, in fact you could have said I use to be a real "Cat-Hugger". So what happened? Fur, that's what happened, horrible masses of fur. I became sick of having cat hair get shot up my nostrils every time I sniffed the fresh air, and waking up in the morning to pluck cat hairs off of my tongue. Don't get me wrong cats are soft, cute, and affectionate little balls of life that tickle your insides when they sit on you to purr. However I have three cats. Not one, or two, but three cats who shed like beasts every other week. My cat Kiwi( or Big Mama) is the worst at shedding. Every time I vacuum Nannie's brown velvet couch my loving cat waits until I'm finished and then hops on to shed a fat mound of fur all over! If I spank her Kiwi only hops back on to shed some more, and the only solution my Grandma can think up is "vacuum it again". Give me a break, I'm not going to vacuum a couch every time that cat sheds on it! Now my calico cat Cali( or Cali Baby) just sheds in one particular spot which is our glass table that sits in the living room, and she only sheds on there after eating. So Cali doesn't really bother me with shedding, but she does give me love bites on my chin when I go to bed WHICH REALLY HURTS. Finally there's Puff Puff. Oh, he can give you that poor pitiful, and googly-eyed look when you catch him red-handed in mischief. Puff Puff is the only cat I've ever known to just shed everywhere because he thinks he's so special. When I go to bed he sits down on my chest with his ahem, "rump" facing towards me and purrs! So now you know why I'm not obsessed with cats anymore. I love them, but I'm not excited with their gifts. Will I ever have a cat when I move out? I don't know, because my Grandpa has lead me to believe that the only sanitary pet in this world is a gold fish.