My cats need a home. Here's why.

It’s with a heavy heart that I’m writing this blog, but I’ve got to do it. I need to find a home for my lovely, quirky, sweet cats. Trust me; I don’t want to give them up…but because of my kids, I’ve got to.

If you read my blog then you know I’ve been struggling with this issue for some time, and have had 'discussions' with my ex about it where I was accused of being selfish. I wasn't selfish. I really was thinking about the whole picture: how much the kids love the cats and what cats teach humans about empathy and love.

We found out a few months ago that my son who is 6 suffers from allergies and the allergies cause his asthma to flare. He’s allergic to the air basically. Broken down it’s cats, dogs, dust, weeds, grass, trees and mold. I decided to keep the cats because since he’s allergic to basically EVERYTHING and has to be on allergy shots anyway, then I thought we could manage the cats and keep his allergy symptoms under control.

But his allergies are getting worse, the circles under his eyes deeper, and he’s having more asthma attacks.

And then today, my daughter (who is 5) had her appointment with the allergist. While she’s not as severe as my son, she’s still allergic to cats, dogs, dust, mold, two kinds of trees and mold. Not weeds for some reason. A good thing too, because she likes to pick dandelions and random weeds to decorate our house with.

Her allergies are still developing but the doctor said if we can reduce her exposure, she might not need allergy shots.

When I look at my kids, when I see how much they’re sick and how often, how many times they wake up (and wake me up) in the middle of the night coughing, and how dark those circles are under their eyes…well…I love my kids so much that I just can’t justify keeping the cats anymore.

And it’s a little bit devastating. I’ve tried everything though. Cleaning, vacuuming, etc…but it doesn’t help.

So…I need to find a home for Mist and Peanut and possibly Mercedes.

Please CLICK HERE to meet Mist and Peanut. They need a good home. Can you help?


Our Modern Family: 2 neurotics, 2 kids, 4 cats.

When you combine two lives, it’s tricky. In college, I have to say, it was a lot easier. I lived with my boyfriend and basically we decided to move in together, packed our backpacks, and we were done. When you’re in you’re late thirties and you move in together…it gets a whole lot trickier. Add to that being divorced, having kids, both owning a house, having tons of stuff, and neuroses that have been solidifying for decades…well…it’s downright absurd.

Thankfully, the transition of moving Kealoha in has gone pretty smooth. We haven’t disagreed on much. He likes to have this weird toothpaste squisher thing on the toothpaste. I guess to get every drop. I don’t understand it, but hey, it’s important to him. I’m fine with the house being disorganized and then go on random bursts of obsessive cleaning. I leave cupboard doors open. Kealoha likes the toilet paper roll to go over not under. I have no idea what that means. I have two kids. He has two cats.

It’s that last issue that has caused us a little bump in the road. You’d think it’d be combining his tiki collection with my need for sparseness, or you’d think that my having two kids would prove difficult. No. It’s the cats. See, I have two cats also. Together we have two houses, two kids, two cars, and four cats. And now we want to combine all of that into one house and have my mom move into Kealoha’s pad down the road. It’s drama just waiting to bubble.

And it’s not really that the cats are a big issue. It’s more like…well…where is the line between having a loving home with cats, and becoming a crazy cat lady? Consider the below:

See? Where is that moment of transition from normal person to crazy pet owner? God knows, Kealoha and I have hair wild enough to slip into “OH! I’m crazy!” land.

I’ve had quite a bit of anxiety over having four cats. First, was my son’s allergies and asthma. If he couldn’t handle it, then we’d have four cats we’d need to find homes for. I was already looking and Kealoha suggested maybe we should see if it was an issue first. So we brought all the cats over and waited. I anxiously checked Louis for any signs of increased allergies. He didn’t show any. Even when the cats were hissing and fighting and there were little tuffs of cat fur floating like dandelion wisps.

The next issue is more vague. I never saw myself as a woman with four cats. I’ve actively avoided having this many cats all my life…and now…blammo!

How is this possibly going to work? Can we have a life filled with kids, cats, and craziness? Really? Am I going to start wearing sequined/quilted holiday sweaters because I like them. Good God! I might!

So far we are doing okay. Kealoha reminds me to breathe a lot.

And the cats, like Kealhoa, me and the kiddos, are quite the characters. There’s big ol’ Bubba, airy Mercedes, little cat with big (metaphorical) cajones Mist, and then Peanut. She’s the three-legged cat and also supremely neurotic. She needs to suckle as if she’s either still or a kitten or she’s some kind of drug addict. You can see her just jonesing for a suckle.

More on the cats in the next blog. I’ll introduce you to the usual suspects. Until then, I have obsessive vacuuming to do.