Cats...the furry plague of my life. When my partner and I started to live on our own.
"No, we dont want our own cats. They are cute, but they are trouble when you want to go on holiday, they cost money we dont have yet, you need to care for them, they loose their hairs everywhere, they are unhygienic in bed..."
"Ok...but she (a savage farmcat) is only a guestcat. This is a good thing, because you still can go on holidays without problems, but every 2-3 days she comes for a small visit, get some food and have some hugs, which is really nice...but no more, no we dont want our own cat."
"Oh s**t, the guestcat is pregnant. For all sake, dont let her into the house again, so she dont get her babies at our place! We dont want catbabies!"
"Oh s**t, the guestcat got her babies under the stairs to our house entrance...ok...its as it is and we cant change it, so lets keep them for some weeks, and then find some owners for the catbabies and sterilize the mothercat and then everything will be normal again."
"Oh, but this one is so cute and loves us so much and sees us as additional parents, we cant give him away! Ok, so we will find good owners for the other two kittens, sterilize the mothercat, and keep the cute, dumb, helpless kitten that wants to be around us all day."
"Oh, but the mothercat is getting savage again and leaves all day, and then the little baby we want to keep, would be alone all day, because of us working. We have to keep another babycat to, so they have company."
Wanted no cat at all, and ended up with two housecats and a shy, halfwild guestcat. XD At least the third kitten we gave away, when it was old enough. But could have kept that as well, wouldnt have mattered anymore. XD