I love my cats, but there are stressful sides to having a pet. Vet bills, for one thing. And they mean more housework, on account of all the fur they shed. When they are disobedient, destructive and badly-behaved it winds me right up and I get very stressed, likewise when they eliminate on the floor/furniture. Thankfully, through rigorous training such things are very rare occurrences now, but last May I got a kitten and he was such a pain in the backside! I wouldn't get another one - it considerably increased my overall levels of stress. He was adorably cute, but he tore curtains and clothes, chewed wires, and was always darting about in a manner not at all conducive to relaxation. One of the worst things was the fact that when he used the litter tray he would stand in his own faeces and then run around the flat and leave smears of it all over my floor and furniture. Argh!
If I get any more cats, I'll get nice, stately, sensible adult ones.
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"I'd go further - I'd say 'Life is wasted on . . . people.'"
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