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To give away:
One cat. Keeps to himself, fantastic with kids, great mouser.
Oh, and will wee on anything.
But that’s what you’re looking for in a cat right?
I have been deliberating a way to get rid of our cat. We’ve had him since he was born, and honestly for the most part, he is a lovely cat. We owned his mother, and then she went and got herself knocked up when seeking shelter from a cyclone 9 years ago, and he was the ginger prodigy of the Tom we caught her with. (Dirty thing that he was.) When Tiger (the cat) was about 7 weeks old, he and a couple of his siblings decided to run away from home into a dense hedge, and then later, down the road. We found his black and white brother, and later learned from a neighbour that his ginger fluff ball of a sister had been picked up by a lovely lady and adopted. Tiger himself, was also picked up by the neighbours. The same ones who owned his dad and about (I kid you not) 14 other cats. None of them particularly well cared for, and none desexed.
One day I came home from the shops and saw my little tiger kitten on their front porch, so I marched over and stole him back. His mother would have nothing to do with him till he was bathed and rid of their smell, but after that she accepted him back, and we decided we could hardly part with him.
It wasn’t a bad decision. He really is the world’s most tolerant cat; he has been carted around the house by his tail by all four children, and used as a doll in a good many games. Then there was also the time he ate rat sack and needed hydration every 20 minutes, so we took him to watch the football.
Can I say you have never been really looked at strangely, if you have never taken a cat to watch 14 year olds play AFL.
Anyway, in recent times, he has taken to marking his territory in some less than convenient places.
Such as our couch.
We tried everything to get him to stop, and even more to remove the smell, but it never left, and eventually we had to throw it out. (The couch, not the cat.)
We were using a mattress for a while, which was good fun; kind of like pretending to be young and broke so we couldn’t even afford a futon. (Which honestly, we couldn’t.) But then Boatman found a couch on Gum tree that had been given from one person to another person to another person and so on. Somehow we became the next owners and after a thorough sterilising, we were the proud new owners of the world’s dodgiest, most uncomfortable couch.
This couch is so bad, even the cat won’t sit on it.
Or wee on it, which is kind of a mixed blessing.
I daren’t buy a new one though (still because of the not affording it thing) in case he does take a liking to that, and so I have been dreaming of other ways to increase the liveability of my lounge room, and I have come to one conclusion so far.
I need a new rug.
Something that will lift the atmosphere, but also be affordable. Something that is a tad classier than the car mat we currently adore the floor with. Not that there is anything wrong with a car mat really. It’s a step up from the fish rugs I had when Bridie was a baby. But I’m thinking shag rug or something similar. A place where I can snuggle down on the floor to stretch when sitting at the couch for longer than five minutes has rearranged all my muscles. (On account of extreme discomfort.)
Something like this.
or possibly this.
Just so I can turn my aircon on but still pretend I’m lying on the grass.
And then, because of all the rug adoration (totes a thing), I thought, ‘since I’m pretending to do up my lounge, why not all the other rooms as well?’ These kids’ rugs from Rug Traders are all kinds of awesome.
Particularly if they are not of the car racing, permanently in your lounge room kind.
This is cute, though probably not going to work for my kids ages.
And then there is this. I wonder if the permanently clean room comes with?
And then, not a kids room, but honestly would it be ok to have this room as mine?
Because I am quite sure that I could put those rugs to excellent use. 😉
Also those shoes.
Possibly at the same time…
But I digress.
Clearly, there will be no new couch, or no new rugs, or no pretty new bed rooms, until I either move the cat on, or get him some kind of feline nappies.
So back to my original question:
Does anyone want a cat?