As I wipe up powdered milk paw prints around the kitchen, I think of the many accommodations we have made to have a cat-friendly home. For one thing, the vintage green glass canisters on the kitchen counter are inconveniently turned so the lids face the wall. The one containing powdered milk is now taped shut.
Our canisters turned inconveniently toward the wall |
How canisters would look in a cat-free home |
Bread
is kept on the stove because Toby likes to tear open the bag if it’s on the
counter. I’m always paranoid the bag
will melt on a warm burner.
We can only fill the
bathroom garbage can halfway because an ice cream pail
filled with water weighs it down. That’s to keep Finny from knocking it over
when he’s digging for cotton swabs.
Candles? Absolutely not. Flowers?
Only if I feel like wiping up the water and tossing out the wilted
blossoms the next morning. Fruit
bowl? Nope, the puncture marks turn
brown and nobody wants the fruit after that.
Over
the years we’ve tried many creative solutions to these problems, but have come
to the conclusion that things like ugly furniture tape are easier to live with
than having to keep up 24-hour vigilance.
Live and let live—that’s our path to sanity.
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