(stolen from various people)
You know you have too many cats when ...
Every time you open the bathroom door, a little furry creature races past you and perches on the toilet seat for a drink before you get there.
Your refrigerator door has its own groupies. *looks at
puddingcat*
When you open the doors to your house, the cats coming and going resemble the famous Bull Run of Pamplona.
The rooms in your house are segregated for cats with good behavior, bad behavior, and I just don’t get along with anyone.
You can’t use the can opener or open a can without suddenly feeling like a giant foot and legwarmer has just engulfed you. (You certainly can’t try to turn around in the kitchen at this point without breaking a leg)
You can’t eat anything at all ever without your cats looking at you as if they are auditioning for a poster pet for a third world country.
In the farthest corner of your house and the most unlikely place to find it, yes, you find tiny grains of cat litter.
You hear so much hacking from cats trying to throw up fur balls, you think you have gone to an asthma clinic.
Walking from the kitchen to the living room with a bowl of ice cream, you muster your adrenaline because you know you will be running an obstacle course as your cats’ fling themselves in your path to the sofa.
You never watch television, work on the computer, or read a book without a furry creature inserting its little body in front of, on, or around you or the object of your attention.
You have an expense account to buy those roller brushes to remove pet hair from your clothes.
And, last but not least, you know you have too many cats in your house when you never feel unwanted, unloved, or alone at anytime day or night.
You know you have too many cats when ...
Every time you open the bathroom door, a little furry creature races past you and perches on the toilet seat for a drink before you get there.
Your refrigerator door has its own groupies. *looks at
When you open the doors to your house, the cats coming and going resemble the famous Bull Run of Pamplona.
The rooms in your house are segregated for cats with good behavior, bad behavior, and I just don’t get along with anyone.
You can’t use the can opener or open a can without suddenly feeling like a giant foot and legwarmer has just engulfed you. (You certainly can’t try to turn around in the kitchen at this point without breaking a leg)
You can’t eat anything at all ever without your cats looking at you as if they are auditioning for a poster pet for a third world country.
In the farthest corner of your house and the most unlikely place to find it, yes, you find tiny grains of cat litter.
You hear so much hacking from cats trying to throw up fur balls, you think you have gone to an asthma clinic.
Walking from the kitchen to the living room with a bowl of ice cream, you muster your adrenaline because you know you will be running an obstacle course as your cats’ fling themselves in your path to the sofa.
You never watch television, work on the computer, or read a book without a furry creature inserting its little body in front of, on, or around you or the object of your attention.
You have an expense account to buy those roller brushes to remove pet hair from your clothes.
And, last but not least, you know you have too many cats in your house when you never feel unwanted, unloved, or alone at anytime day or night.
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Date: 9/11/05 10:26 am (UTC)A carton of soya milk. It looks like a milk carton, it lives in the fridge, creamy looking white stuff comes out of it that is DEVIL SPAWN!
At least, that's what my cats tell me.
Mark has this theory that we're going to keep cats out of the bedroom. I wonder how long that will last... ;)
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Date: 9/11/05 10:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 9/11/05 10:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 9/11/05 10:31 am (UTC)I did initially just see the fridge door comment & think you were referring to my TG Cool Wall. I'm certainly a groupie of that...
And they don't drink from the toilet. Jasper lies in the sink, is convinced I'll fall down the loo if he doesn't keep me company, and sometimes licks the bath dry after I've had a shower, but he doesn't drink from the loo.
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Date: 9/11/05 10:42 am (UTC)and sometimes licks the bath dry
Heh, saves on bathroom cleaner, I guess? ;o)
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Date: 9/11/05 02:07 pm (UTC)If I add up all my rooms - inc the cupboard under the stairs I have one room per cat so I guess that I don't have too many either.
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Date: 11/11/05 10:03 pm (UTC)(Don't know if you have one, but I thought I'd mention it! :) )
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Date: 9/11/05 11:17 am (UTC)bats kitty eyes!
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Date: 9/11/05 11:30 am (UTC)Generally, if a post isn't friends locked, feel free to repost without asking first.
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Date: 9/11/05 11:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 9/11/05 12:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 9/11/05 01:29 pm (UTC)And speaking of cats, mine has just walked up to me and started purring for no reason.
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Date: 10/11/05 12:20 am (UTC)Our does, if we forget to close the loo door. We can always tell she's been doing it, from the tell-tale pawprints on the seat...
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Date: 9/11/05 01:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 9/11/05 08:49 pm (UTC)was in there at 3am the other day and I suddenly had my own little fan club..
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Date: 9/11/05 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 9/11/05 07:04 pm (UTC)