House of cats

So many of you will already know this, but for those of you who don't: I have two cats. A huge orange/red cat who goes by the name of Snuitje and a black cat with white paws that goes by the name of Sjoerd.

I have been a cat lover all my life. I grew up with them and when I moved out of my parents house it took me only 2 months to get Snuitje. Sjoerd followed about 1,5 years later to keep Snuitje company and give him a friend to play with.

When adding a new cat to a house where there's already a cat it's always a gamble. I've heard many stories about two cats being put together and not getting along at all. Fortunately for Snuitje and Sjoerd this was not the case. When Sjoerd first arrived at our house Snuitje didn't quite know what to do with that little black furry thing. The next day however the two were sleeping next to each other and became inseparable.

Nowadays I find myself talking about my cats a lot. They are a very important piece of my life and I love them to death. They cause a lot of mayhem in our house and keep us entertained for hour after hour. When it's sleeping time they are usually quick to find my lap and they are genuinely happy when they are sound asleep on it. This of course makes me a very happy lady and truth be told; I am quite happy to have found Tim because I was seriously afraid I would have turned into crazy cat lady if I hadn't.

Having said all this I will start off with a small cat story. About a week ago we bought a brand new chair at Ikea. It's the most comfy chair you'll every sit in and we were quite pleased with ourselves that we had finally decided to buy it. But now that we have it at home we find ourselves not being able to sit in it at all.

The reason: the cats have taken over the chair. We could've known it was a cat heaven but we didn't quite expect to have to fight over it. I find myself getting Sjoerd out of the chair, turning around to get my drink only to find that Sjoerd had jumped back into the chair and settled right back in. And I had to repeat this action not once, not twice but about five times before he finally accepted his defeat and go sleep somewhere else. *Sigh* how the hell am I going to discipline my children when I even have trouble getting my cats out of a chair.....

To be continued...