I gave up on feeding them and cleaning out the litter. Still, I pet them, I do feed them when she isn't around, they like me and I ... most of the time ... like them.
What I don't like is them clawing everything they get their paws on. They don't destroy everything, but many things. I can't leave crap lying around out of fear they'll rip it to shreds. It should make me more organized, less slovenly, but that's hard to do.
So, one of the cats, the female one, was lying on my girlfriend's nice leather bag. Just chilling on it... and I recalled how the cat used to do the same with my black leather courier bag. And she scratched the shit out of it. It looks like I was attacked by knife-wielding leprechauns.
I've definitely learned my lesson with leaving out things I don't want destroyed, but everyone now and then, I lapse. My keffiyeh and Newcastle United scarf were sitting next to my desk just now and the cat, freshly evicted from the girl's bag -- which I put in the closet for safekeeping -- sought somewhere else to bed down. She starts clawing and kneading my scarves and I just reached in and gently grabbed them up to keep them from being torn up.
The cat then moved again, climbing behind my guitar bags, on top of my hardshell case (in which she'll sleep if I leave it open) and curled up on an old Eddie Bauer bag I don't really care for. She's dead asleep now and I've no intention of moving her. Everyone can be happy; she's got a place to sleep and no one's things are being destroyed.
That's a fair compromise.
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