I have sometimes talked about the likeness of boys and dogs, but its only recently after learning about somebody with problematic kittens that the similarities between owning two kittens and owning two boys occured to me. People often speak about how aloof cats can generally seem when compared to dogs, who are rumoured (in the case of my dog it really is true) to want to be your friend. The issue with these kittens was that they had each other for company and saw no reason to therefore bother interacting with their owner. Indeed they often blanked their owner, although the owner was advised to hang on in there as it was early days. The owner quickly started to feel like nothing more than a maid.
This evening older boy and younger boy have played and interacted, in between fighting, whilst I have been de-cluttering, clearing up their various versions of mess and attempting some DIY in the kitchen. Tonight I didn’t mind as I have so much to do (see previous post about finding my inner homemaker; yes I still haven’t completed the level). Obviously there have been many occasions when I have felt like nothing more than a maid. However, there is one fundamental difference, at some point over their respective seven and ten years, both older boy and younger boy found their ways to my heart. Subsequently, I am able to deal with feeling like a maid, which is a good job cause unlike the kitten owner I don’t have the option to rehome them.