Growing up, I had a fear of cats. I never owned one as a kid, actually, and they tended to freak me out a bit. As I grew older, that fear turned into a full-blown phobia. Weird, I know. Those pesky felines scared the bejeezus outta me and they always looked like they wanted to tear my eyes out.
If I saw one on a footpath I’d cross the road. If I was invited over a friends house, I’d have to ask if they owned a cat and hope they’d put it away. And if one came toward me, I’d break out in a sweat in true Fear Factor style.
Then I met my partner Gavin, who just happened to love cats, and whose mother owned two and whose father had not long purchased a new kitten.
Flash forward eight years and I now own two cats. Well, they own me, actually. And the phobia is done and dusted. It was a very interesting journey getting over that fear (I’ll tell you about it one day), and I now couldn’t imagine my life without my little Emi and Mim.
That said, cats and decor often don’t go together. So this is my tell-all about owning a cat and trying to have nice things. If you have a cat in your family, you’ll know just what I mean.
8 Things Nobody tells you about Owning a Cat
Wicker is a material you’ll no longer know.
Rookie error one when I got my cats was having a wicker laundry basket. Well, it’s a laundry basket to me. To them, it’s a giant circular scratch pole that now resembles a Freddy Kruger victim. I keep turning it to find a ‘good side’ to show, but sadly there are no good sides left.
Don’t leave yourself with one roll of toilet paper.
Down to one roll? You’re a fool if you rely on that being on the holder when you get up in the morning. My kitten Emi loved nothing more than pulling the entire roll off and trailing it down the hallway. Awesome fun to clean up at 6am.
Flowers are a thing of the past.
Don’t ever leave a vase of flowers near anything of value. I tried this numerous times. It wasn’t until one of the cats knocked the vase all over the computer desk and stained the wood that I realised I couldn’t have nice things.
They don’t care how much your iPad cost.
They really don’t. I left mine unattended on a self once and one of them (neither will cop to doing it) pushed it off the edge of the shelf and smashed the screen. This was one week after I got it. Merry Christmas to me.
Buy an expensive rug at your own peril.
I’d argue that cats have an inbuilt sense for where vomit is best brought up, and it’s not on tiles or floorboards. Mim in particular can be heard vomiting rooms away. And it doesn’t matter how quickly you run to her with paper towel; she’s already found her ideal spot on the rug and made her mark.
Candles are to be monitored at all times.
No matter how many times my cats’ whiskers have been burnt when they’ve looked into a lit candle jar, they still keep doing it. This means that the nights I used to light five candles across the house and have it smelling like a fragrant wonderland… they’re over.
Everything will be covered in fur. Everything.
Your dream white sofa; yeah, not so white anymore. Unless your cat’s fur is white and then you’re set. One thing I came to realise about owning cats is that their fur goes everywhere. On your sofa, on your bed, in your coffee, on your toast. Seriously, it goes everywhere. You end up coming to terms with it and consume fur without a second thought.
There are no nice-looking litter trays.
I challenge you to find a litter tray you get excited over. I am yet to discover one. Whether they’re open trays, lidded trays, those weird ones with mini steps in them; all litter trays are ugly. The worst part is that you’re meant to have two per cat. I have four in my house and they are the bane of my existence.
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