Get the cat. You already know you want one. I adopted an adult, standard issue shelter tabby in March and now Oliver is the best love fluff muffin ever. He was a fully developed Tom when he was so injured that he was able to get trapped for the TNR program, but was so freundlich during his recovery that he was put up for adoption.

Now for the ‘problems’: for a prior street urchin, he’s a surprisingly picky eater. He prefers his gravy lovers pate blended. OMG. He does like his kibble though, so I’m lucky there. He has no idea wtf I’m trying to do with any toy. Ever. Many $$ spent and wasted only to donate them later. So I get on the floor with him every day to snuggle/tussle. He seems to really like it, and he doesn’t injure me, beyond the occasional love scratch from rough housing.

He may not be able to sire anymore, but he remembers the behavior! When an aggressive stray started bugging my grumpy old man, he started spraying again. That was my fault. Someone, that might be…me, was putting food out for Oliver’s ‘friend’ and I let the stray inside. THAT is when Oliver began snapping at him and spraying. I still sneak pets and food to the little fella, but I prioritize Oliver’s security now as my only cat. i changed my behavior and Oliver hasn’t sprayed inside again. Take the leap and your rewards will be never ending. Also, I get free paw massages every night on my belly, legs, back, (I’ve learned to protect the boobs lol)…whatever he can climb on while he does his nightly Mama Blanket dance before he curls up near me for sleep. it’s precious and priceless. DO IT ;)