Major Problems

In my lifetime, like all of you, I have faced my share of issues.

I have finished graduate school.

I have overcome a 6-pack-a-day Diet Coke addiction.

I have lost thousands of pounds.

Ok, so maybe not thousands, and maybe I gained most of them back, and maybe I’ve lost the same 20 pounds over and over, but it’s been no less traumatic.

I have moved.

Alot.

I have raised a child into her double-digit years.

I have worked through a very disturbing situation with the Return Lady at Lowe’s.

I have taught myself how to can stuff.

I have taught countless children how to read, write, add, subtract, and generally live.

But never, in all my years of experience have I faced an issue as serious as the one of which I write today.  It is a crisis if epic proportions, one that stands to turn our entire household on its ear.

Prepare yourself for “the sitch” (sorry, I’ve been watching that nutty Jersey Shore guy on Dancing with the Stars) you are about to see. Consider yourself warned.

This! This is to be my undoing! He/she walked up on our deck Monday evening. As Big Daddy came home from work, we walked out to sit there and look at the leaves, and there he/she was. Crying for food, looking generally pitiful and oh, so cute.

Big Daddy gave him/her a piece of bologna.

Oy.

I call he/she, he/she because Big Daddy and I are still in “discussions” about his/her gender. He says girl; I say boy. There’s a definite thing there.

Does anyone know how to determine the gender of a cat? Please send help.

The real problem, however, is not the fact that the cat has found us, but rather this:

You may remember that I have already been snookered into supporting one animal as a result of the Diva’s and Big Daddy’s love for them.  I’m already bitter and disgruntled about serving a life sentence on that one. Cats live even longer.

We’re in a complete quandry here. On the one hand, Big Daddy’s co-worker needs a mouser for his barn, but his wife wants a male cat.  I say it is a male cat and give it to them. Big Daddy swears it’s a girl, so they won’t take it. On the other hand, our lease doesn’t allow for pets, so we can’t bring it in the house. On the third hand (stay with me…no I don’t have three hands), we may need a cat related to a little situation we had here the other evening about which I will tell you in an upcoming post.

What’s a mom to do?

First things first: I’m taking it down to the animal hospital to find out what it “is” in the hopes that (a) Big Daddy’s coworker will take it, and (b) I’m right.

I wonder: what should I bet Big Daddy before I found out its gender?

Victimized by the animal population once again,

AinW

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12 thoughts on “Major Problems

  1. U have NO idea how many times that has happened to us!!! I soooo feel ya honey! It has actually happened 3 times in the last 4 1/2 years since we moved out here to the country sticks of Sale Creek…& those suckers will invite friends over too, when we r not home, or just inside. I have gone out on the porch to discover a party around their cat feeder & when they see the momma comin, the visitors run for the hills, then ours just sit there & stare at me, like, oh man…busted…

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  2. Keep the cat. Take it to the vet and get it neutered/spayed (depending on the sex). We have had multiple “outside cats” and they are very easy care, and take care of a myriad of rodents and vermin.

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  3. i feel your pain. I was outnumbered over 13 years ago, so Rusty the dog and Bingo the cat made into our family within months of each other. 13 years later Rusty has gone to dog heaven and Bingo is still going strong. Let’s just say that they have been my test of wifely submission and motherly compassion, which I fail from time to time. Dear friend, make no mistake, these are the compromises we make for the family’s perceived greater good. 🙂 Just sayin’

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  4. I have seen numerous people pick up cats and look “down there”. The nod and say, “yup. It’s a boy” or “yup. It’s a girl”.
    Uhmmmmmm…THE PARTS LOOK EXACTLY THE SAME!

    I have no idea how to tell, but I’m guessing if you start calling it Ralph, nobody will care either way? That’s my best solution haha

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