The Necessary Pet Accessory.

I have no children.  I have cats.  It's not that we don't want kids, we do.  We just haven't been lucky enough to have any of them yet.  In the meantime, I have cats.  Don't get me wrong, if we do have any kids, we're still going to have the cats as well, but I imagine I won't focus as much energy on cat things as I do now.  Which brings me to my main point.

Cats aren't like dogs.  You can't take cats on long walks, you can't expect that a cat is going to enjoy riding in the car with her head out the window, and most importantly, cats could care less about what you want.  They're independent.  Sure, my cats like having me around to clean their box, feed and water them and let them snuggle on my lap, but recently we were away for 3 nights and our girls acted like they didn't even know we were gone when we returned home. 

In the constant struggle to annoy my husband with my asinine comments, songs and arm movements of our cats (yes, sometimes i hide behind a cat while holding her and make her arms dance around), I have stumbled upon a cat carrier for a motorcycle.  Yes, a pet side car like apparatus that secures to the back of your motorcycle.  This is my dream. And yea, I know that's a dog in the picture, but can you imagine how hilarious it would be having the cats wearing little aviator goggles and maybe even a tiny hat?  I'm laughing just thinking about it!!

Now, another thing about my husband.  He's great.  He's very understanding and does his best to indulge my more "outside the box" thinking.  When it comes to anything about his motorcycle, he's not so understanding.  You'd think this loud thing was made out of solid gold, I swear.  People ask me what kind of bike he has.  I don't know.  It's orange-ish red.  It's a Harley.  It's noisy and in my opinion is not only too small for us, but is lacking a great deal of personality in the form of fringe, sparkle paint, or some cool flames.  But he loves it.  And it's growing on me too.  I'm not quite as awful on it as I was last year, mainly due to the fact that since losing about 25lbs I feel more comfortable on it.  When I first brought up the idea of a sidecar for the cats, he completely stopped listening.  Like, walked in the opposite direction, stopped listening.  So the next time I brought it up, I made sure to do it while on the bike.  That way, I'm essentially strapped to his back and not only can he not escape me, I can get closer to his ear and talk about anything stupid I choose.  He just shook his head at me and in his side mirror I could see him looking sad.  I mean come on....he knew what he was getting into when he married me.

Perhaps the reason the cats howl like they're being killed when they're in the car is because they can't feel the wind in their fur.  It might be reminiscent of their ancestral roots--instead of running through the jungle like their ancestors did, they're strapped to the back of a Harley cruising along with nature.  They might love it!  There's only one way to find out if this would work, and I fear that I will never get my husband on board.  Perhaps I'm going to have to learn to ride my own motorcycle.  With the cats.