This is the rather short tale of two brothers, Thomas O’Malley and Charlie Cat. Two adorable, amber eyed, energetic, rough and tumble ginger tabbies. Thomas with his fluffy ears and tail, and Charlie with short sleek fur. They are best friends. They pounce on each other, bite each other, clean each other, sleep curled together – a jumble of ears, and tails and legs, and eat side by side with their little furry heads pressed together. They are angelic, and they are beastly. They attack moving things (feet included), and houseplants. They sleep on the stairs all stretched out so that one must skip a step in order to traverse the stairs. They stare with ginormous eyes and let out pathetic mewling noises whenever one attempts to eat near them. Toilets and washroom sinks appear to be gateways to great amounts of pleasure and adventure.
As many of you know I currently have two kids still living at home – daughters. What you may not know is that they love cats. (One jokes about being a crazy cat lady when she moves out). I on the other hand tolerate cats. Not because I don’t like them but rather I am allergic, apparently quite allergic. Anyways I have no idea how it happened, except that I know I had said “NO!” and now I have two kittens in my house. And they are rather literally killing me, so now I am facing the dilemma of having to find them a new home. “What was I thinking?” oh right I wasn’t… I just wanted it to work out.
In actuality I want to keep them, but what they are doing to my health is just not acceptable. As strange as it may seem I actually enjoy breathing, and prefer clear bright eyes to watery, blood shot, itchy ones. And so sadly they must go… It tears me apart. My girls are torn. They want so badly to keep them. One kitten might not be so bad, but how do we even consider separating them? As you know Thomas O’Malley and Charlie Cat are best friends.