Lovleigh

“No one else in the world is getting this for Christmas”

That was Jay’s introduction to my Christmas gift from him.  He made me a cat box.  Translation: an outdoor abode for cats, much like a dog house, but smaller.  As strange as it seems, I was elated.  This cat box is the bridge between our happiness- he likes cats outside and I like cats everywhere.  Luckily, my Cooper is a bobcat at heart and, since moving from the city to the country, has channeled is inner outdoorsman and increased his fur volume by at least 200%.  (Sometimes I catch him just staring inside at us sitting on the porch railing as if he pities us indoor animals, his fur all fluffed around his face.)  And Jay, who sneezes his brains out after touching a cat (or a dog, or breathing dust, or pollen, or mysterious winter allergens) dreams of having an “all white fluffy cat” from the lineage of his own family’s white cat.  Considering this, we have compromised a bit and, one day, as long as the cats are mostly outdoors, they will be allowed inside as long as they stay in the kitchen and off all surfaces.  

Thus, this cat house is a beautiful thing.  It still needs to be finished so my next great decision is the choice between stain or white paint.  I envision it as a symbol of compromise that I’ll treasure for years and that may also function as side-table on a porch (cuz my boy’s got some serious craftsmanship), so it’s gotta be classy.  

Merry Christmas.