What's that period in life called, when a woman suddenly MUST HAVE BABY NOW?

[thistlechaser]

That's me, but it's cats and not babies. Three nights in a row now (THREE!) I've had dreams where I somehow ended up with a lot of cats. And by "lot" I mean 6-8 of them. In my dreams I'm always endlessly happy with so many cats, and just as importantly my current cat is happy with them.

So unrealistic! My cat and I have been living alone together (no other people or animals of any kind) for many, many, many years, there's no way my poor old kittygirl would be happy if I brought new cats in now. Plus, could you imagine the catbox work/smell made by 6-8 cats? Ugh!

I think this all started when I went to the petstore for more food. They had an adoption center and there was this lovely older female cat. So small, such a pretty shade of grey. She watched me through the glass, she seemed to want contact, but I couldn't risk asking to hold her otherwise I would have brought her home.

All this is further complicated by how hard it would be to bring another cat into the household. Mine gets no vaccinations anymore because she got cancer from them. (This is not some wacky thing where a parent won't get their kids vaccinated, it's a proven, accepted-by-vets, fact that feline vaccines caused a really aggressive, highly fatal form of cancer. 90-95% of cats who got it died, so I'm very very lucky mine didn't.)

Don't panic if you own a cat, they've changed how they give vaccines. Before they always did it in the scruff of the neck -- a horrible, horrible place for tumors to form (hello spine! hello brain!). Now they give them in legs, since those can be cut off as needed (wow, what a horrible statement, even if it's true). Plus they rotate between limbs; part of the cancer issue was that it was always given in the same spot year after year.

Anyway, I ramble! Today's message is: YAY CATS! And let's hope I always have the sense and willpower not to become a crazy cat hoarding person.

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[namerankserial.livejournal.com]

There are two things that have saved me from being the Crazy Cat Lady. The first is that my local pet store only has adoptions from the local animal shelter. They host the cats at the store, but you have to go to the animal shelter to get the actual right to adopt the cat. I usually go to the store on Sundays, and the shelter is not open.

The second thing is, right about when I was thinking of getting a third cat, my two ladies, who have been sisters for seven years, randomly decided after returning from their vet annual that they no longer knew each other, and would fight viciously. So viciously that Beta Cat would hide on top of the fridge all day, or on the table, or anywhere UP, because Alpha Cat would not let her feet touch the floor without trying to END HER FOR ALL TIME.

Beta Cat would come down at night and pee on anything I'd foolishly left on the floor.

They get along again now, but I am terrified it would happen again and I'd have to have three litter boxes all over the house, for the LONGEST time Beta Cat refused to use the one that smelled like Alpha Cat. IT WAS INSANE.

[thistle-chaser.livejournal.com]

randomly decided after returning from their vet annual that they no longer knew each other, and would fight viciously.

How odd! I wonder if they smelled differently from being at the vet? Different enough to seem like a non-familiar animal?

I'm so lazy about litterboxes. I do my one cat's one box twice a week, which I worry might be pushing it a little. If she ever discovers that she can pee elsewhere, I'm going to kick myself.