I grew up with cats, am a responsible person, and had a mouse problem. These three items made it evident that a cat is what I needed in my life.
We adopted Maya about a month ago and let's just say it isn't exactly what I expected.
The cat has brought a whole level of crazy to the house. First of all it's like having a baby. She wakes me up early every morning by meowing loudly at my door. She also enjoys to do this around bedtime. The rest of the day she is happily silent.
Secondly, she has brought all of these unwanted visitors. I thought the whole point of the cat was to keep things out not let them in. But no, the crazy street cat from outside has discovered Maya's presence and comes into the house around 2am every night to get food or mate or fight, i don't know...but without fail for a solid two weeks, this cat would come through a tiny upstairs window and I'd wake up to a screeching match going on outside my bedroom door. Lovely. Have you ever heard a cat fight? it's scary. It'd groggily open my door and clap my hands until I saw the other cat run away and Maya would run into my room. I tried to deter the street cat by putting vinegar and pepper on the windowsill. It didn't work. Finally I called my landlord and he fixed the problem.
Another morning, I woke up to the kitchen in complete disarray...fish food knocked over and all over the floor, the dry cat food box chewed through and with bits everywhere...but more disturbingly the wet food (in aluminum) was shredded to pieces...which is clearly evidence of a rat. In her defense, I guess maya discovered him because their were paw prints all over the table but these kinds of things, along with yesterdays incident is making it hard for me to say I am still 100% happy with this cat thing.
I'm sure as time goes on she'll settle, and the street fights will end and maybe I'll never see a critter again.
This is all part of my becoming an adult thing, I guess.
A little suggestion here, if I may. Get your self a street smart stray if you want a bonna fide rats killer.
ReplyDeleteAbout twenty years ago my grand parent adopted a mutt(it just wandered into their house one day, and decided to stay). She turned out to be a meanest rat killing chihuahua terrier mix they've ever known. The rats from the open sewer that ran along the back of the house dared not to set their little claws inside as long as their dog was there. Those who did were promptly torn to shred and their bloody corpses left out in the open as warnings to others.