Hubby and I are having a rather drastic disagreement. The crux of the problem is that I grew up with dogs and he is a cat person. In his family, pets are allowed on the furniture, on the table, on the counters, on people, and basically anywhere they want to be. In my family, pets sit in the next room while we eat dinner, they don’t jump on furniture or people, and they understand the whole dog and owner relationship.
You see, we discussed the possibility of getting a cat to keep me company while he travels. I’m not a huge cat person but since they are far less work than dogs I agreed to consider his offer under a few conditions. No cat of mine, I told him, would be allowed to jump up on our unused dining table or our much used kitchen counters. The cat, I continued, shouldn’t be on the furniture but maybe a bit of snuggling next to us on the couch could be considered.
Hubby doesn’t think that you can train a cat to do any of that and my arguments about spray bottles like I’ve seen on animal training television programs are, in his opinion, a waste of time and energy. He agreed in principle that our unborn cat should not be up on the counters but his reasoning for this compromise is that he’s afraid they’ll fall out the window and down four stories
(Hubby edit: There is a bit of exaggeration in these claims, as a lot her points these make sense to me). (Typ0 edit: There is no exaggeration here – he has said all of these things at one time or another. Just maybe not all at the same time.) (Hubby edit: She never lets me change my mind!!) Anyways, back to our dilemma...
That’s came the deal breaker.
“It will be so nice to snuggle the cat in bed,” Hubby said wistfully. Excuse me? In whose bed? Not mine! Pets do not belong in beds! Beyond the hygiene element what if I roll over onto it or kick it?! No. “The cat does not ever get into our bed,” I explained rather emphatically.
You wouldn’t think that this was a big deal – but it was. We argued about it. Debated the issue for at least an hour. And then said that if the cat sleeping with us was such an issue we could simply not get a cat – ever! (The last two paragraphs are the family friendly version of the actual conversation. Fighting about a cat we don’t even have! Can you imagine?!)
So now I turn to you, my Devoted and Beloved Readers for your opinion. Am I overreacting or is Hubby on crack? Do cats belong on any piece of furniture they take a shining to, including the bed? Or should they know their place and stay at foot level at all times? Please help us solve this disagreement!!