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PT Cruiser The Cat And The Gang of Six Part 31   

We are NOT going to get another cat. Okay, I know. I said that before, but this time I really, REALLY, mean it. Let’s face it, half a dozen of these furry, feline creatures is enough. MORE than enough. And it isn’t that we don’t love each and every one of them. Each one has his or her own personality and each has found a place in our hearts. But I can give you half a dozen good reasons not to have any more. 

First of all, we’re running out of space on our bed. That’s right. There isn’t enough room on the bed to accommodate the cats and us at the same time. Willie sleeps tight to Sue, practically smothering her. Barney curls up beside me. KC takes his post at Sue’s feet. Then Cody goes right to the foot of the bed and is sometimes joined by Cruiser late at night. That’s five in bed at the same time. One morning I woke up and there was Dolly at the foot of the bed. “That’s it!”, I hollered, “some of these cats have to go or I go. There isn’t room for all of us in this bed!” 

Sue thought about that for a moment or two before assuring me that I could stay, and that we could still keep all six cats. But it was touch and go there for awhile. It was nice of the six of them to compromise on bed space and let me have enough room at night so that I could remain with the family. I think it was Barney who persuaded the others to let the putz stay. Cruiser spends most every nighttime now on Sue’s chair in the computer room. Dolly has found a favorite chair in our kitchen/nook area. Cody pops up on the bed sometime during the night. Willie, Barney, and KC are always on the bed during the night. 

It was Sue, as the famed Breakfast Lady, who felt she had reached her limit in keeping them fed. Willie and KC take turns pouncing on Sue in the morning to alert her that it is time for breakfast. The others just sit around at this point and cheer as Willie softly mews in Sue’s ear and KC hops all over her feet. Sue finally pulls herself out of bed and begins to prepare their food, and that is not an easy job. She has to keep track of which cat likes which kind of food, just how much to feed each one  

Willie, Dolly, and KC have their favorite spots to sit and wait for their dish of goodies. The others just sort of mull around not caring where she puts a dish, just so long as they like her choice of food. You can’t give them the same thing every morning. They like a change in the menu once in awhile. And they let you know when they are tired of the same tender chicken and liver, or chunky salmon and shrimp. They will sniff, and then saunter away, looking to go out to the patio. That’s when Sue gets a little discouraged and hollers at me, “Come in here and feed these cats, they don’t like my breakfast this morning!” 

 

Can you imagine what it would be like trying to feed more cats? And where could I sleep if they all took over the bed? No, we aren’t going to get another cat. And that is FINAL!