What a Difference 20 Years Makes!

When I was a kid, my dad grudgingly allowed us to have a cat. He didn't like cats all that much. He's more of a dog person. because the dog responds to him when he calls. A cat pretty much ignores him, which he doesn't appreciate.

But because my brother and I really wanted a cat, he allowed ONE (and only ONE), but there were strict rules attached to having the cat. The cat could not stay inside at night, no matter what the temperature was outside (because he refused to have a cat litter box in the house). The cat could not stay in our rooms if we were not in them (I guess to prevent "accidents"). The cat ate the cheapest cat food, because he didn't believe in spending a lot of money on pet food. The cat had to have a bath at least once every two weeks, even in winter, to help control fleas and pet dander. Vet visits were few and far between, mostly because Dad didn't believe in spending money on a vet for yearly wellness visits or any other "unnecessary" expense. His philosophy was if the cat was sick, it was cheaper to get another cat from the SPCA rather than spend a lot on vet bills. If the cat was eating well and pooping well, there was no need for it to go to the vet for a checkup.

Fast forward 20 years. The self-proclaimed cat hater now has TWO cats. They stay inside at night. They have a litter box in the house. They go for yearly vet visits. THEY SLEEP ON HIS BED AT NIGHT, and HE MAKES ROOM FOR THEM ON THE BED. He always shares a bit of his dinner with them. If he has tuna for lunch, guess who gets half the can? He has bought them chairs because he thought they were the most comfortable chairs for the cats. If a cat is lying on the chair he wanted to sit on, he'll move on to another chair, rather than disturb the cat! He lavishes affection on them. They have special comforters they lay on while they sleep on the bed. in short, these cats live a life of luxury.

All I want to know is: Who is this man, and what did he do with my dad?