It's National Cat Day!

Honestly, for my first five days with these cats (Butch and Unique), I was very busy watching them, hoping they didn't forget where their litter box is in the back porch:  There were three warm days when they first came that I could leave the door open for them, so it was easier;  cooler weather came, and the porch door had to be shut because the porch room is not heated.  However, so far they have gone to that door and meowed, and I let one or both of them in the porch.

That does present a problem though; I'm also feeding them in there.  So they may or may not want to use the litter box, or they might just be hungry.  But so far there's only been one accident, and it was my fault.  I've been keeping the bedroom doors shut until I get totally acquainted with these characters.  However, I forgot to shut the door to my bedroom once and saw Butch had followed me.  I picked him up, carried him out, and shut the door.  Perhaps twenty minutes later I realized Unique was missing.  Of course, she had sneaked into my bedroom with Butch, unseen.  Not only that, she pooped in Gabe's sleeping cage.  Oh, the smell!  However, I am glad that's where she did her business because I simply took the pad out of the cage, flushed the poop, and tossed the pad in the washer.  She might have done it in my bed instead of Gabe's!

Up until yesterday I had just about decided I couldn't handle two cats.  I've found out two cats use a lot more litter than I had expected, and that stuff isn't cheap.  Then there are the vet bills coming up.  And good grief, Butch thinks he needs to eat every fifteen minutes, so he is in there at the door meowing at the top of his lungs, but I have to keep food shut off in the porch because the dog will eat it.  

One thing about that porch, the cats love it there.  They sleep there all night.  Our old cat tree is there, and they climb to the top and look out the window.  They do a lot of wrestling in there, too.  That's where they stay when Gabe and I take a walk, because I don't want Cliff to have to watch them while I'm gone.

My husband would rather not have cats in the house, but he's trying to adjust.  It's the only way I can have a cat and be sure it won't get killed.  I should have settled for one cat, and if I could do it again, I would.  But I have them now, so there we are.