I will never, ever, in my life have 4 cats all at one time again. Ever. Did I mention never?
Don't get me wrong. I love these cats, I do. If I had a bigger house with a basement room just for litter boxes and could afford to pay someone to come in and vacuum and de-fur every single day, I would probably have more than 4.
But this house isn't that big and I don't vacuum every day. The litter boxes are in the utility
room because there is no basement. And the cats are everywhere. Or so it seems.I only meant to have 2 and I think that is a reasonable, manageable number for most people, and I have told how I came to have more. I'm really not sitting here plotting how to get rid of any of them and I'm not waiting impatiently for any of them to die. But oh, the hair.
My daughter did not tell me how allergic the new boy is. The idea of someone who may be
severely allergic to cats coming into my home makes MY throat start to close. I can vacuum, I can wipe down furniture and poke into the corners and crevices where hair can hide and it would still never be enough. I can de-hair to my heart's content but if someone is truly horribly allergic none of it will make a difference. I cannot get rid of all the dander and cat bits that can't be seen with the naked eye.So, for Mother's Day I am hoping my daughter will come home and I will meet the new boy without having to jam an epi-pen into his leg. Wish me luck, will you?
And for all of you mothers out there, I wish you the best day ever!
Happy Mother's Day!!!
