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1/23/2016 8 Comments

Phase One - cat phase

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I never intended to have cats.  What I really wanted was a dog.  Well, to be completely honest, what I really wanted was a baby but I thought the first week of the honeymoon was a bit early to raise that so I settled on a canine campaign.
‘Why don’t we get a dog?’ I asked my new husband.
‘We can’t have a dog.  We’re both working,’ came his very sensible reply.
Hmmm.
 
The dog idea was revisited at regular intervals but there was always a sensible reason why having a dog was impossible.  We were living in a rented flat, no pets allowed.  A problem, certainly, but surely not insuperable.  I regrouped.  New idea.
​ ‘Why don’t we buy a flat?’ I asked.
 
This met with more success.  My sensible now not so new husband could see advantages to buying a flat.  We started saving every penny and lived off cauliflower cheese and boiled eggs, stopped buying presents, walked instead of taking the tube to work.  Slowly the saving account grew.  A flat started to seem within our reach, as long as we were prepared for a lengthy commute.
‘No problem,’ I said.  ‘Commuting will be fun!’
 
We bought a flat.  But now we were commuting, away for twelve hours out of the day.  A dog was plainly out of the question, we couldn’t possibly leave one for so long.  Even I could see that.
Hmmm.
 
New plan.
‘Why don’t we get a cat?’ I asked one Saturday over breakfast.
‘Are you freaking kidding me?’ asked my worn-in husband, the magic having become a little tarnished over the last year.  Maybe, on reflection, that much cauliflower had been an error of judgement.
‘Cats are great,’ I said firmly.  ‘They don’t need looking after.  Not like a dog.’
 
My husband laid down the law.
‘No cats.  They will be too much of a tie when we want to go away.’
‘Are you freaking kidding me?’ I replied.  ‘We’re never going to be able to afford to go away again.  Have you seen how much the interest on the mortgage has risen over the last three months?  It’s up 5% and rising.’
 
My fairly worn out and not at all new husband had no answer to that.  So I rang the cat re-homing place and ended up with two gorgeous black and white kittens like little fluffy dominoes.
 
Phase One accomplished!


8 Comments
Julie Valerie link
1/27/2016 10:01:42 am

Ooooo! Now I want to know what Phase Two will bring. Do tell!

Adorable little sweeties, by the way!

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LCP
2/1/2016 11:03:55 am

Thanks, Julie. How lovely to get feedback. Phases 2 & 3 are now here. Phase 4 to come...!

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Pauline Wiles link
1/27/2016 11:18:38 am

These two are beautiful. I hope they're thriving on their diet of cauliflower cheese, too!

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LCP
2/1/2016 11:05:47 am

Cats are more into turkey, I find. Thanks for your comment, Pauline. It's nice to know you enjoyed my blog.

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Barbara Barth link
1/27/2016 10:15:25 pm

I love this post. You made me laugh out loud! And the kitties are adorable. I fought hard to get two dogs when my husband was alive. Check! Then after he passed away seven plus years ago - I went to the dogs. I decided to adopt dogs. My numbers were up to six. I have five rescue dogs now. Believe me, with that many dogs I don't travel, my pet sitter expenses outrageous. So, my phase two of my widow plan was to become a writer. At least I could do that at home! I think that may be my forever plan at the rate I am writing. It is too much fun to play with the dogs. Thank you for such a charming post!

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LCP
2/1/2016 11:10:03 am

Thank you, Barbara. I imagine every writer wants to get feedback which shows their writing has touched a reader. So sorry to hear of your husband's death. I wish you all the best with your rescue dog endeavours and your determination to make something positive happen. How's the writing going? I'd be happy to read & comment of you'd like to email me.

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Mary Chris Escobar link
1/30/2016 08:01:06 am

Those are adorable little fluff balls! My husband and I have had exactly the same conversation about a dog - we're not home enough and love to be able to travel, so it's a no-go. I would LOVE a cat, but unfortunately am allergic. Luckily I can enjoy everyone else's vicariously through pictures and blog posts!

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LCP
2/1/2016 11:13:08 am

Dogs are harder to fit in with than cats but I sympathise with the allergy problem, Mary Chris. My son-in-law is allergic to cats & finds visiting us a penance (of course, maybe that's just his polite excuse!) If you want to know what happened next, see Phases 2 & 3 above. Phase 4 in the pipeline.

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