Thoughts from the T-Shirt Lady

One of our family members is an indoor cat. His name is Wilbur (named by my dh), is about 1 1/2 years old, and he’s a terror! Of course in the below picture he doesn’t look like it – looks can be deceiving…

We have a number of feral cats on our farm, and one day my dh heard a pitiful cry back behind our house. He went to see what it was, and it seemed that a mother cat was moving her babies, and either forgot this one, or just hadn’t gotten to him yet. So my dh brought him in the house for us to have. This from a man who had mentioned many times that he – a. didn’t want any animals in the house, and b. didn’t like cats!

Wilbur is a grey striped guy, loves to play, loves to pretend bite – though sometimes he forgets, loves to mess with things on my dh’s dresser and his bathroom sink – always throwing things on the floor to play with. Like his toys are not enough . Reminds me of a small child who would rather play with the boxes than the toys.

My dh teases him all the time – sigh – but I guess that’s a guy thing!

Wilbur is not a lap cat. He doesn’t like being fawned over, and barely tolerates being petted. But one thing in his favor is the fact that where ever I am in the house, he’s there too – sharing the room, and sometimes even the chair with me. But certainly not on my lap!

Up to now, we have kept our bedroom door closed at night when we go to sleep, to keep Wilber out. My dh doesn’t like animals sleeping on the bed – lol.

Well, because we have a furnace that’s not working (see previous posts) – we wanted to keep the bedroom door open to allow the heat from the oil heaters to go throughout the house. So we decided to allow Wilbur in.

The first night, I woke up constantly, waiting for him to jump up on the bed. Finally got some sleep and found him sleeping at the end of the bed by my feet. So ok, maybe this would work. The next few nites worked well, I woke up in the middle of the nite, found him there and I promptly went back to sleep.

Well…. last nite it didn’t work – he must have slept all day, because for the first couple of hours he was constantly moving around, jumping up on the dresser, knocking stuff off, and just making a pest of himself – so the door got closed! We’ll try again tonite – hope we don’t have a repeat performance….

While I was having a hard time getting to sleep, I thought back to when my children were growing up. We had 2 indoor cats, and I tried to remember where they slept at night. For the life of me, and this might be why I couldn’t get to sleep, I couldn’t remember. Maybe my daughters will read this post and let me know . Young minds are much clearer!

Sandi