Why Do I Have The Feeling We've Taken On Yet Another Pathetic Lifeform?

We have had a feline realignment in the Jon/Tom household. I've said many, many times how there are all these stray cats outside our building. One of these cats was nicknamed Floppy, due to her damaged outer ear. She apparently was a victim of an infection, which damaged her right outer ear, causing it to flop down instead of being a normal perky cat ear. Floppy got fixed on the same day as Boris, and was then going to be adopted out to a friend of Mitch's. Well, that friend reneged. And then another person said they'd take Floppy. And that person reneged. The thing is that after getting fixed, Floppy had decided she was an indoor kitty. She spent days going from apartment door to apartment door in our complex, meowing to come in. So, Monday night, Tom and I decided to take in Floppy and make her ours. While she isn't very affectionate with other cats, she is affectionate with humans. She actually slept in our bed with Tom and I last night, snuggling up with us. Floppy has a new home.

Now, I know what you're thinking.

YOU: Three cats?! You... you've become crazy cat people!
ME: Ahh, well... technically, yes.

Here's the skinny. Boris, the other recent cat acquisition, is bound and determined to be an indoor/outdoor cat. He has gotten out a couple times, and has been gone for days on end. The last time we got him back in our apartment was when Tom took him by force. Boris is very excitable and has oodles of energy, most of which meowing while staring out a window, wanting to go outside. So, Tom and I came to the decision to let Boris be Boris and be an indoor/outdoor cat. He's now mostly outdoor, but I think he'll come back in a bit. Besides, he's fixed, so he's not going to further the species.

Now the cat count is officially at 2.5. Floppy and Natasha have made a bit of a peace, as long as they aren't in the same room. And as long as they don't have any Alexis/Krystal fights in the apartment any time soon, I can live with that.

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Don't feel to bad. Some people I work with have 5 dogs. Mini Dobermans that they paid hundreds of bucks for. And you can't explain to them the difference between pets and children.

to each their own.