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Why We Have a Cat: Part 2

Tuesday, September 27th, 2011

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Not knowing for sure if I was over my cat allergies, I knew that getting a cat would score points with my husband. Why did I want points, you ask? Because I wanted another baby. Yep. I wasn’t thinking properly, and my husband said that a house wasn’t a home until you had a cat by the fireplace, and technically I agreed. I just didn’t want to suffer. But I decided to take a chance.

My husband thought that as long as we had babies and toddlers around, he would never be able to do anything. (This included godly things like going on missions trips, to his credit, so he wasn’t just being selfish.) We were both so tired with four tiny children under the age of five, three in diapers. My husband thought subconsciously that he couldn’t have anything he wanted until we stopped paying so much money for diapers.

To prove him wrong and show him that he could have outrageous things even when we had babies, I got him the cat. He was very pleased. I didn’t tell him the real reason I got the cat. Instead I mentioned the mouse and the squirrel as valid reasons, plus I’ve always loved cats.

The cat ripped everything to shreds, jumped into the indoor plants and shoveled dirt onto the carpet, and if that wasn’t enough, she dropped marbles on the landing at nap time and during the middle of the night.

I had a newborn at the time. I needed rest badly. So I grabbed the cat during nap time and forced her onto a chair. I looked her dead in the eyes and said, “You’d better obey me. Take a nap now.” She knew I meant business. Within a few days, I had the cat trained to take naps. Sometimes I would see the cat jump up on her nap chair; I would look at the clock, and it was exactly one o’clock. The cat’s internal clock was programmed to nap at one.

To make a long story short, we never had another baby. I went through all that for nothing. (At least I didn’t suffer allergies.) When I told my husband the real reason I had gotten the cat, he laughed.

(Stay tuned for Part 3…)

Why We Have a Cat: Part 1

Monday, September 26th, 2011

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A shrill scream left my mouth involuntarily as I saw a small, furry brown shape scurry across my dining room floor. “It’s a mouse!” I shouted with surprise to my husband. “Kill it! Get it out of the house!”

“You think I know how to kill a mouse?” my husband asked, bewildered.

“You’re the man. Who else is going to do it?”

My husband paused for a minute. Then he left the room. My feet were up from the floor on the couch where I was sitting, and my eyes were riveted towards the place where I last saw the shape. I did not want to let it out of my sight. If it was lost, I just know that it would scurry across my face in the middle of the night.

My husband came in with a jar, and after about ten minutes of my screaming “Get it! Get it!” with a darting mouse, we caught the mouse in a jar. I didn’t want to know how he killed it, so I didn’t ask. I just said, “Don’t let it loose in our backyard. He came in once; he’ll come in again.”

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Several weeks later, a squirrel was eating my tulips. I love red flowers, and those were my only red flowers. “Is it legal to shoot a BB gun in the backyard?” I asked my husband.

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I took 63 shots to get rid of my allergies. The worst of my allergies was cats. If you’ve read my book Growing Up as a Missionary Kid, you know that I broke out in hives because of a cat. My nose would always drip like a faucet around cats, and the allergic reaction would sometimes progress into full-blown asthma. I was hospitalized once because of asthma caused by allergies set off by a cat.

Then I went to an allergist as a teenager. Each time I got a skin test, I nearly fainted. My vision got dark around the edges, and right before I hit the floor, my vision would suddenly be clear and crisp. Someone had put some rubbing alcohol under my nose.

After the course of several years, getting a shot in my arm every week, then every month, I was theoretically no longer allergic to cats. Well, I had never really tested out this theory before…

(Stay tuned for Part 2…)

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