New man in my life
I have a new man in my life. Not so new, actually he's been around since last fall, but I just recently discovered that my new man has an interesting fetish. A fetish I'm not particularly thrilled about.
Meet Pete:
(yes, he's sitting in the doorway. Cool trick, that.)
Pete is a part Maine coon cat who came to live with us last September, joining our household of two adults, two children, one bird and one cat. Pete was about 5 months old when we got him, so he's getting close to one year old now. He's a lot of fun, very affectionate, and great with the kids.
We used to have two cats, a part Burmese named Maddy and a part Maine coon named Max. We adopted them at the same time over ten years ago (pre children). Maddy is temperamental and cranky, Max was patient and an absolute love.
Here's Maddy, napping/grooming on top of a tub of laundry:
Here's a not so great photo of Max, who was really a stuning cat:
About a year and a half ago Max was hit by a car and killed. We were crushed, and Punkin was especially devastated. She quite literally cried herself to sleep for a number of days, and still misses her boy.
After living with just one cat for about a year, we decided to find another cat. Maddy is part of our family, but she's very touchy and not affectionate, especially with the children. I wanted the kids to experience having a pet that was friendly, one they could interact with, not just try to avoid. So we let our wonderful pet-sitter, who also works with a cat adoption agency, know that we were looking for another part Maine coon, and within a few weeks we got the call.
Pete's great. He's friendly, fairly tolerant of lots of kid attention, and he's incredibly soft. He's also big, loud, and a bit of a whiner when he wants something, all of which I can live with.
He also has, unfortunately, a wool fetish. This is not a good thing, and today he took it to a new level.
Pete's been going after my yarn since early on. I would find skeins of yarn on the living room floor, and one time he even jumped up and stole a skein of yarn out of my lap while I was dozing.
But today he's gone too far. I had a few minutes this morning and I did some hand washing, washing some things of Punkin's and a pair of hand knit Koigu socks. I took everything outside to the back yard, since it was dry and sunny out, and put things on the drying rack, including hanging the socks on the side with clothes pins. We went out to do some errands and came home several hours later to find this:
Yes, those are my socks, on the yard next to the house. Damn cat stole my socks off the drying rack and did who knows what with them before leaving them on the grass. I washed them again and then hung them up inside, out of his reach (I hope).
Damn cat, I wonder what he's going to get into next. Any guesses?
Meet Pete:
(yes, he's sitting in the doorway. Cool trick, that.)
Pete is a part Maine coon cat who came to live with us last September, joining our household of two adults, two children, one bird and one cat. Pete was about 5 months old when we got him, so he's getting close to one year old now. He's a lot of fun, very affectionate, and great with the kids.
We used to have two cats, a part Burmese named Maddy and a part Maine coon named Max. We adopted them at the same time over ten years ago (pre children). Maddy is temperamental and cranky, Max was patient and an absolute love.
Here's Maddy, napping/grooming on top of a tub of laundry:
Here's a not so great photo of Max, who was really a stuning cat:
About a year and a half ago Max was hit by a car and killed. We were crushed, and Punkin was especially devastated. She quite literally cried herself to sleep for a number of days, and still misses her boy.
After living with just one cat for about a year, we decided to find another cat. Maddy is part of our family, but she's very touchy and not affectionate, especially with the children. I wanted the kids to experience having a pet that was friendly, one they could interact with, not just try to avoid. So we let our wonderful pet-sitter, who also works with a cat adoption agency, know that we were looking for another part Maine coon, and within a few weeks we got the call.
Pete's great. He's friendly, fairly tolerant of lots of kid attention, and he's incredibly soft. He's also big, loud, and a bit of a whiner when he wants something, all of which I can live with.
He also has, unfortunately, a wool fetish. This is not a good thing, and today he took it to a new level.
Pete's been going after my yarn since early on. I would find skeins of yarn on the living room floor, and one time he even jumped up and stole a skein of yarn out of my lap while I was dozing.
But today he's gone too far. I had a few minutes this morning and I did some hand washing, washing some things of Punkin's and a pair of hand knit Koigu socks. I took everything outside to the back yard, since it was dry and sunny out, and put things on the drying rack, including hanging the socks on the side with clothes pins. We went out to do some errands and came home several hours later to find this:
Yes, those are my socks, on the yard next to the house. Damn cat stole my socks off the drying rack and did who knows what with them before leaving them on the grass. I washed them again and then hung them up inside, out of his reach (I hope).
Damn cat, I wonder what he's going to get into next. Any guesses?
posted by Marie at 4:14 PM
2 Comments:
Too funny! The Dork Boy said "cute cats" then laughed when we got to the last picture. Hmmm, will safety-pinning the socks on the drying rack help?
Poor Marie! Thank goodness children can't jump as high as cats do.
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