- You’ll never know who had diarrhea in the litter box.
- You never know who shat out a red string. Or a gold thread. Or a rubber band (or two).
- You don’t know who left the surprise pile of puke in the kitchen. Or the hallway. Or in the precise place you step when you get out of bed in the morning.
- You’re not sure who ate all the dry food. Or the wet food.
- You’re not sure who left those scratches on the fake leather ottoman. Or the new leather chair.
The bottom line is there is a shitload of uncertainty and mystery. Unless you install hidden cameras all over your house and watch them, like a psycho stalker (no judgement), these animals co-exist with us, often active when we’re asleep and we have to find the zen with this lack of control and knowledge. I imagine the TV reality family, The Duggers, with their 19 children, had to also acquiesce to this kind of lack of ungovernability.
On the flip side, multiple furballs have definitely translated to multiple bliss. Watching the interaction between kitties is equal to watching an older sibling hold the baby’s hand. There are moments of a feline fairytale, which cuddling cats, echoing purr sessions, and lick-fests, which I call kiss-fests. The love you get from one cat is exponentially more from two cats – or three.
Additionally, cats have a biological need to roughhouse, scratch and bite (LOVINGLY). When cats have sister/brother/roommate cats, they have buddies with whom they can get their aggression out. I recommend getting cats in pairs because innately they are animals who are most content with their pride. They feel happier, safer and more social with cats around them.
About the author:
Galina Nemirovsky is a freelance writer and essayist, transcribing the human condition using examples from her life. She contributes regularly to The Huffington Post on life, love, relationships, clowns, cats, and catastrophes. Galina dedicated 2016 to her 365 Project: Life Clubs where she wrote an autobiographical essay a day on her blog: www.HeartsEverywhere.com