HahHa. I’m glad I’m not the only parent who feels this way! Even though it probably doesn’t make you feel any better, this thread made my day.
Are you ready for the scariest secret of all, this being Halloween month and all?
They move back in. :eek:
Ten times. :eek: :eek:
I fantasize daily about the moment this will occur. You are not alone, my friend.
Change the locks?
Move?
Cats can be a true pain-in-the-ass. My cat does three things these days - eat, sleep, and pester me to play with her. I’m going to miss her terribly when she’s gone, though.
The perfect song for this thread.
Be sure to read the comments too. They are scathing.
I was once told by someone working day care that the perfect number of children to have is one less than the number you’ve already got. I decided it wasn’t perfectly true, but it was true enough.
Cat one got out and brought home a mouse for me. Cat two was too lazy to jump the baby fence to the kitchen where her litter box is located so she decided to pee on a sock in the guest bedroom. Multiple times.
I feel your pain.
Negative one child? Sperm donation methinks.
Geez how did that happen ya spose? :rolleyes:
So do I.
You could always poison the cat. Or maybe it could accidentally escape and get lost? Or you could find a feral cat with feline leukemia virus or infectious peritonitis and kitty AIDS and let them play with your cat for a spell. Then you wouldn’t have an annoyingly healthy cat anymore.
I guess you’re kind of stuck with the kids, though 
Please don’t do anything to the cats! You can give them away to people who want them, and the children too!
If the kids are destroying things, this might work on two levels 
(just kidding, mostly - I love cats and would never want to harm one, though the idea of teaching kitty to fly crossed my mind a few times when ours would wake us up early on the weekends because they were such SWEET KITTIES WHO WERE STARRRRRRRRRRRVING).
We neither own, nor are owned by, a dog. But a couple years back we dog-sat for a friend’s shar-pei when they were out of town. She was a very people-oriented dog, and the times they tried boarding her somewhere, she became so despondent she got very sick. As I knew her fairly well, I offered to watch her the next time they travelled.
Now, bear in mind, she’d just been Abandoned By Her Real People and I was the closest thing to familiar - but she followed me everywhere. We didn’t let her sleep in the bedroom with us, but she was right outside that door, mourning, the entire night. I dozed off on the couch at one point and got a wet nose in my face because hey, I might be dead, right? I went to the grocery store and apparently she whined for quite a while after I Abandoned Her (despite my kids being there to offer her plenty of attention). I could not walk 10 feet without her getting up and following me.
It was flattering, sort of, but I imagine it would have gotten real old before much longer.