Thursday, November 5, 2009

I would have done anything to make that noise stop. And now I'll be paying for a long, long time.

About two weeks ago as I was pulling in the driveway I noticed a cat sitting in front of my door.

That's odd, I thought.  Why is the neighbor's cat sitting at our front door?

As I approached the cat I realized that it was not our neighbor's cat, just a similiarly colored cat that looked as if she had not eaten in days.

I took one look at this cat and knew I was in trouble.  The way it was laying on my doormat as if it was his own personal bed made me realize that this cat had decided it had a new home.

"Go away, cat.  Go back to your home."  I said half-heartedly as I scurried inside.  The cat tried to make it's way into the house but I pushed it back.  "No. You are not coming inside."

I sat down in the office, which is conveniently located right off the front door, to check my email.  And then I heard it - that horrible moaning, mewing sound that only cats in heat or cats that haven't eaten in days can make. 

I had to make that horrible noise stop.  How was I supposed to concentrate with that noise?  I'll take fingernails on a chalk board over a cat moaning any day.  And I really hate fingernails on a chalk board.

I tried to ignore it as I read through my email.  But the sound got louder and louder and more pathetic and I couldn't take it any longer.  So I scrounged through my refrigerator and pulled out a couple of slices of sandwich meat and put it out along side a bowl of water.  The cat looked at me as if to say, "Sandwich meat?  Are you kidding me?  Do you know how much sodium is in this stuff?  And what about all of the nitrates? Are you trying to kill me?"  To which I replied, "If it's good enough for my husband and my kids, it's good enough for you."

So he scurried off leaving the food untouched and I felt satisfied that I had at least tried to do a good deed.  I hope he finds a good, sandwich meat free home, I thought.

And I assumed that was the end of things until the kids got home from school and excitedly screamed, "Mom!  Look!  A cat!" 

And I knew it was over at that point.  The fish has long since sufficed as a real pet and Sarah has been begging me "for a sister or at least a dog Mommy. I need someone to play with." 

So I reluctantly bought some cat food at Wal-Mart and it has been ours ever since.  She comes and goes as she pleases  but she always seems to make it back in time for breakfast and dinner.

In fact, every morning while I'm sitting in the office before the sun comes up, the cat (Who has since been named Gray-Gray by Sarah.  She would not even consider my suggestion of Kit Kat. Yum.  Kit Kats.) will take her bowl and scrape it back and forth across the porch and bang it into the door until I feed her. 

So the kids have a pet and I have another mouth to feed.  That's usually how things work around here.


 
 

18 comments:

Denise said...

I love cats.

Aimee said...

lol! That's how my parents got their cat -- There was a starving kitten in their yard one day and I couldn't stand the thought of it starving, so I fed it some tuna. It never left, so my parents took it to the vet and got him all his shots and TEN YEARS later, marvin is a fixture in their home.

Plus, my dad, an avowed cat-hater, now treats Marvin like another child. :)

Colleen said...

I would much rather have another baby than have a cat...and I already have 4 babies :)

Lee and Beth said...

We were taking a walk one evening, and we had this stinky, skinny little kitty follow ten blocks all the way to our house! Of course, we had to keep her. Now we have seven cats!

Love your little kitty. It's cute. :)

Susan said...

Oh my goodness. I had the biggest smile on my face reading this. I knew right where you were going with it. I just had to laugh when you said you fed the cat because I knew it was never going to leave, but as you said....what can you do? Is was either the noise or the food. I would have picked the food too. As a matter of fact I did pick the food, but my animal/animals were a family of 5 baby fox and their mother who burroughed under my front porch. Talk about an odd noise. They sound like a baby crying for their mother. It's HORRIBLE! They got hot dogs, grapes and goldfish crackers. I never went out and bought them food. They have grown and gone. Glad to see them go.

Andrea (ace1028) said...

What a sweet story! Too cute. We have PLENTY of kitties here, so I know what you mean!

Corey~living and loving said...

cute little Gray Gray! :)

Heather said...

What a sweet cat. and I hate cats! I like the name Kit Kat. The kids look happy:o)

McMommy said...

Gray-Gray is BEYOND CUTE!!! She is so much cuter than Paprika! (WHAT? Sorry, Rika. But you showed up in that hideous collar bandanna thing and now I'm angry at you.)

Mari said...

She looks so sweet! And - the kids look happy!

RR Mama said...

Lucky you! I am alergic to cats and that excuse works fine every time!!

Angelica Bays, TygrLilies.com said...

Yeah.
We're owned by a cat too.
;o)

Grandma T said...

Two happy kids and one contented cat! Now that's true family peacefulness!

Jac said...

What a beautiful kitty!! That's how we got our last cat. Honestly? I wouldn't hesitate to do it again either, I loved that cat that adopted us...

Jac @ WuzzleMakesThree.com

louann said...

Hi, new to your blog. Found it through Jac's blog.

I think that's going to be an amazing story to tell when your kids grow up on how they got their pet cat. Cute pictures.

Rebekah said...

Aww, what a good Mommy. ;)

Debbie said...

You are a good woman to adopt that sweet cat!

rhemashope said...

Isn't that just like a cat to have the nerve to be picky even when she's hungry? But for a second there I was scared you were going to feed Goldie to Gray Gray!

The kids do look very happy with their new pet!