OK, so we love cats.
We've been hoping for our wayward cat who disappeared in October to come home. Last week, learning our attic had been certified rat-friendly AAA+ by the Society Seeking Shelter for Rodents and Other Small Animals, we picked up the pace of feline pursuit.
("What are all those little flat pieces of wood with springs and metal stuff on top?" girl child asks the uniformed man heading up the attic stairs. "Just stuff to help with the couple of mice in the attic," the very smart man says.)
Cats are small, and it is hard to get just one. Especially at the shelter, knowing what we know about the shelter. So welcome triplets: Juno, Luna, and JoJo.
Luna spent an hour on the belly - this is the bliss part.
Boy child spent almost that entire hour with Juno in the other room, and emerged nose swollen, face red, and neck itching. Oh my. Needless to say this has not happened with our other cats. Blowing his nose and applying chilled benadryl gel to his face, I'm surprised at his "no" answer when I ask if he's had his face nuzzled in the cat. "OK, maybe a couple of times, he says."
A bifurcated night ensues, son and mom finishing homework and then watching a consolation-prize few minutes of cartoons in dog-only zoned living room, and father and daughter thick in cats at the other end of the house.
Cat ownership forecast? Only the nose knows.
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