We have quickly learned that we are not cat people. There are many reasons for this conclusion, including:
-digging in my flower pots to do their "business",
-leaving cat prints all over Weston's freshly washed car,
-the smell of the litter box,
-having to guard the door every time you want to go outside because they run inside and then
you have to chase them because they automatically run to the basement and hide,
-seeing them climb up our new screen doors and windows with their stinkin' claws and then
thinking very bad thoughts,
-changing the litter box,
-we just don't like cats.
We found them for free (now I know why) and we got them because I was very naive and because I love my daughter. What did it take to appease her after telling her that we had to get rid of her favorite things in the whole wide world?
A bike for her and Roman. Fifty bucks.
At least bikes don't require a litter box.