Well, we finally convinced the rescue organization from whence she came to find a foster home for our cat Mischief. She moved out on Tuesday, and it’s been amazing the calm I’ve felt since she left.
I recognize that I can be a bit of a control freak about my home environment. Once I set foot in the outside world, I am pretty content to go with the flow and it doesn’t bother me that much of my life, from traffic to how many work hours I’ll get this week, is not under my control. But, at home, well… that’s another story.
I am not by any means a clean freak. It is common to find a bit of hay scattered around the house and shelves that are not dusted as regularly as perhaps they should be. But I am a little obsessed with the idea of having everything in its place. We have a lot of clutter, but it’s neatly stacked and I always know where everything is.
One of the wonderful things about rabbits is that they’re controllable. They live in their cages anytime they’re not under direct supervision, preventing destruction of property while I’m away at work and allowing me to contain them so I can get things done around the house. The cat liked to knock things off of our desk and shelves and had loads of fun clawing the blinds, Steve’s desk chair and our bedspread. There was nothing I could do to stop her from destroying things while I was away at work. She disrupted the order of things, which drove me nuts.
I think it’s best for all involved that she’s gone. I’m sure anyone who fosters cats is a “cat person” and will be much more sympathetic to her tendencies than I am, so I’m sure she’ll be happier. And, the order in our home restored, I am feeling much more relaxed already.
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