and by ownership, I mean SVs owning us
We always talk about how our SVs are social and engaged with us, sort of like second shadows. I remember my husband's and my training period when we got our first SV. How we had to learn to always watch where we were walking, never close a door or appliance without checking first for a cat. There were so many things we had to change in our routines and our lives. But it became second nature after a few months. Today it all came back to me. The cats are outside on the patio and I was like a little kid skipping around the house and was able to:
pack for a trip without hauling cats out of the suitcase and without the howling zoomies that happen when they know I'm going away;
empty the dishwasher unsupervised and I even left some of the cabinets open while I was doing it;
enter the pantry without having to get on hands & knees to drag a cat out from under lower shelves or pull the ladder out to fetch them from higher shelves;
luxury of all luxuries -- left the toilet paper conveniently within reach all afternoon;
ate lunch without a cat on my head, one on the plate & one in my lap;
enter any room or closet and not have to wrestle with a cat to keep him out
It is the little things in life that bring us pleasure. My freedom will end soon. Their little faces are plastered to the door. It's an hour before dinner and they want to be sure I don't forget to feed them.
We always talk about how our SVs are social and engaged with us, sort of like second shadows. I remember my husband's and my training period when we got our first SV. How we had to learn to always watch where we were walking, never close a door or appliance without checking first for a cat. There were so many things we had to change in our routines and our lives. But it became second nature after a few months. Today it all came back to me. The cats are outside on the patio and I was like a little kid skipping around the house and was able to:
pack for a trip without hauling cats out of the suitcase and without the howling zoomies that happen when they know I'm going away;
empty the dishwasher unsupervised and I even left some of the cabinets open while I was doing it;
enter the pantry without having to get on hands & knees to drag a cat out from under lower shelves or pull the ladder out to fetch them from higher shelves;
luxury of all luxuries -- left the toilet paper conveniently within reach all afternoon;
ate lunch without a cat on my head, one on the plate & one in my lap;
enter any room or closet and not have to wrestle with a cat to keep him out
It is the little things in life that bring us pleasure. My freedom will end soon. Their little faces are plastered to the door. It's an hour before dinner and they want to be sure I don't forget to feed them.
