Purrfect Solution

There are six (admittedly adorable) young cats who hang out in our backyard sometimes.  They are all shades of grey but don't appear to be the same type of cat, so not siblings, just buddies.  I am guessing one of our neighbors just realized she was never going to get married and decided to commit fully to the stereotype.  Either that or PetSmart just started using punch cards.  "Buy five cats, get one free!"  Some people really can't resist a bargain. 

Anyway, Cael and Finn love them and want to adopt them, obviously.  I told them that was not an option.  The real reason for this is that litter-boxes are on my "Never Subject Yourself to this Voluntarily" list.  (Also included on the list: needles, seafood, door-to-door salesmen, Nicholas Cage films.)  The reason I gave the boys, however, is that we already have a dog and dogs don't like cats.

Allie:  We can't have Clio and a cat in the same house, guys.  They just wouldn't get along.
Cael:  That's okay, Mama!  We can just get another house!

I'm thinking cleaning a litter-box would be less offensive than cleaning an entire second home, but I could probably be convinced if it had a walk-in closet and bigger master bathroom.  Add an updated kitchen and you've got yourself a deal.