Upon entering my apartment, visitors would ask themselves two questions:
- Does a cat live here?
- Do these people own a trash can?
Yes, we live with a cat. And yes, we have several trash cans. Unfortunately my baby girl, Kaner, rules our roost and is beyond spoiled.
I mean why would you want to sleep in the comfortable Cat Condo or the sunny window seat that is actually attached to the balcony door when you could lounge in the several different boxes strewn around the house. I mean all the choices….the Nike shoe box or the smiling Amazon box.
Who wants to play with the crunchy, green tunnel or the cat nip filled scratch pillow or the wide variety of kitty chase balls that have been purchased just for your entertainment. I mean I’m sure the disposable contact cases, plastic take-out utensils, and empty medicine packages are way more fun!
Unfortunately, she has become a master of garbage picking. Despite my best efforts – constantly emptying trash cans, placing them on high shelves, and simply picking up the trash as I see it, Kaner still manages to create a mess wherever she goes. (Her Daddy doesn’t help since he finds her love of trash humorous and gives it to her often.)
So, yes, I have a cat. Yes, there is trash all over my house.