We are an at-home family. I am a stay-at-home mom. Blog-Stedman now works from home. My two youngest are not in school. My oldest is partially home-schooled. At home. At home. At home. At home. When blog-Stedman was considering making a change to work entirely from home we had quite a few discussions as to how all this at-home-ness would work. I was concerned about his ability to work over the usual noise in the house. He dictates reports. I was concerned about his ability to sleep over the usual noise in the house. He works a lot at night. I was concerned about his ability to get three square meals a day at the house. He used to eat one meal a day at the hospital. We plotted, planned and changed. The boys have adjusted. Blog-Stedman has adjusted. I have adjusted. Scooter has not adjusted. Scooter? Yes, our cat. Scooter, our cat is currently driving us insane. He used to do his own thing during the night. Now that blog-Stedman is up, Scooter spends his night trying to garner attention. When he gets kicked out of the office, he then comes to wake me for this attention. Don’t even THINK about shutting a door to keep him out. He will stand just outside the closed door with a horrendous meowing howl of horror in protest. Horrendous meowing howl of horror. He suddenly is very needy. All that has changed in his world is that now he is receiving MORE attention. Yet, he is now a bottomless pit of attention neediness… More. More. Meow. *close the door* Horrendous meowing howl of horror. Last night I had a Come to Jesus meeting with my cat. Today he is on June Cleaver Nirvana, but if things don’t improve… Tomorrow it is Craig’s List.



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  1. Our cat sleeps between the girls…he goes to bed when they go up and generally stays the night… comes down for breakfast in the morning….he does try to pray with us when we say our family rosary at night, though…that’s pretty funny.
    Glad all of the rest of you are adjusting…
    I vote for putting the cat in the fruit bowl.
    Pax, E

  2. Animals never adjust. My cats don’t meow; they scratch on the door. They go to the garage at night. I am happy, proud and amazed that everyone else is adjusting so well. Especially Blog-Steadman missing that daily hospital meal.

  3. That would be a lot of getting used to. Our cat? Bangs on the doorknob with his paw. Or comes in the room and starts tearing into books with his teeth…

  4. My cat has the Horrendous Meowing Howl of Horror and there is no cure. No shock treatment is shocking enough, no door can be slammed hard enough, and I am sure that if we tried to give him away we would not be able to lie about the Horrendous Meowing Howl of Horror, so we bought earplugs. 🙂

  5. Do they make Horrendous meowing howl of horror collars for cats? I’m sure just one or two shocks would do it.

    I kid. Really.

  6. I used to have a cat that sort of ruled the house, no matter what WE wanted. And we went along with it.

    Cats are smart.