Well, this was unexpected.
We got a cat last week.
Mark is famously allergic to the cats my parents have had. He had cats growing up but has always gotten so congested around my parent's cats that we just assumed we could never have one. But he knows we both love cats, so he had told our friend Cam, who is a veterinarian, to look out for one for us several months ago.
Cam has called us about potential cats off and on, but I've always said no.
Enter Friday the 13th this month. I was minding my own business at home and got a call out of the blue from Lisa Boneck, who is in our ward and a super nice lady. She said their family's cat needed a new home (she had already called Mark, who deferred to me). She was allergic to him and was tired of not being able to sit on her own couches for the past 8 years that they'd had him. She was getting new furniture that day and so needed him out of the house. For some inexplicable reason I found myself agreeing to let them bring him over to meet him! She said we could give him a trial run for a week to see if Mark had a problem with him.
Mark was very surprised that I'd said yes! He got home for lunch and had to fetch him from behind the dryer. Poor thing was so nervous and scared he was shaking for the first couple of days.
Luke was extremely excited and also freaked out about the cat--he has been scratched and swiped at by both his grandparent's cats. He always had to be on top of something or have someone holding him. For days, any time the cat started walking around Luke would be like, "SAVE ME!!!" and run to you. Thankfully, this cat (named Tiger) is not aggressive at all so Luke had nothing to be worried about.
Madelyn got the surprise of her life that day when she came home from school! She could not be more thrilled.
Unfortunately, by that night, we could tell that Luke was having an allergic reaction to him. He had been petting him and then touching his face, and his eyes were all red and inflamed. :/
The next day, Tiger found this teeny hole underneath our cabinets where some of the paneling had fallen down and crawled in there. He stayed in there for hours. While I was out running errands, Mark called to tell me they'd gotten him out, and since he was covered in sawdust (and lint from the dryer) and tons of dander, he gave him a bath with some cat shampoo he'd bought.
"Did he try to claw your eyes out??!" (Thinking of my old cat growing up and the one time we gave her a bath.) He said he tried to get out of the tub but otherwise just let him wash him. I was amazed!
Then Mark bought some cat nail clippers and trimmed down his claws because he was scratching stuff. Tiger just kind of laid there and let him do it. I'm telling you, this is the most docile cat I have ever met.
We had to give Luke Claritin for a couple of days until we could get him in for an
NAET allergy treatment at the chiropractor's. Since he was treated for the dander, he hasn't had any more problems! Mark hasn't had a reaction to him, either. He's been grooming him every night and getting rid of all sorts of fur. We'll have to keep the baths up, but I'm so glad we will be okay on the allergy front.
He loves the fish tank. Madelyn likes to give him a stool so that he can see them/swipe at them better.
Isn't he beautiful?? I have always wanted a ginger cat, they are my favorite.
Luke's getting braver with him. Tiger puts up with him rumpling his fur the wrong way and all sorts of other things.
He likes to hide under stuff. That has been our only real issue--that he likes to hide under my bed all day and then finally come out at night--sometimes right as we are all going to bed. Then he wants tons of attention and meows incessantly. We've had to start shutting him in the laundry room because he's so loud. And if the door is not latched completely, he can get out. Or get into the garage and knock down stuff. So that's fun. You think he's in his room and suddenly there he is again yowling at you at 2:00 in the morning.
On Thursday, we tried closing all the bedroom doors and keeping him out all day so we could try to train him to be awake during the day. Sleep training a cat! HA! It's as ridiculous as it sounds. Not only did it not work--but we lost him for a while. We couldn't find him anywhere and I finally found him shimmied under the recliner.
I have no idea how such a big cat squeezed in there, but he got in there a second time and finally we had to leave the chair tipped over so he couldn't go back in.
(Mark loves anything that will cuddle with him.) Eventually we realized that part of why he meows at night is because he wants to go outside, but we're afraid he wouldn't come back if we let him out. He might find his way back to his old owners up the street, but he might just get lost. He doesn't like the snow, but we still want to wait a while longer before letting him out. Plus he needs a collar or a microchip or something first.
"It's so fluffy I'm gonna die!!"


We found out later that his owners couldn't find a place for him and he was at the vet, about to be put to sleep, when Cam told them to call us! I'm so glad they did. If we were ever going to have a cat, we needed one just like him that loves to be held and pet and is so good with kids.
There's no way the kids would allow us to give him back, anyway. :)
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