"Ours"

Now that my brother is home, he is going to take his cat back. I have enjoyed his company for the most part, despite the constant hissing, the hitting my family and furbaby with his claw less paws, the bite that he so lovingly gave me a few weeks back, the constant vomiting, the meow crying at all hours of the night and finally the body slamming my bedroom door. Despite all that, he was a joy.

When Toby finally leaves the G house hold, his "room" that houses his litter box and food,which is out second walk in closet (currently for the hubs) will be turned in to storage. I can say with extreme confidence what hubs and I are tired of having our Christmas tubs in the hallway and also some boxes still in the living room. When this happens Hubs and I will begin to share a closet.

And I don't know how I feel about it.

Everything in the house is ours. Our room, Our furniture, our pots and pans, but the closets were still mine and yours. I kind of liked that. I could have it as messy or clean as I wanted it. It is big enough for me to get dressed in and have mini fashion shows, a la Carrie Bradshaw. I liked the thought of still having something that was solely mine, something that was girly and frilly and smells like perfume. Not something that smells like a boy, a hard working boy.... ladies you know what I am talking about.

I guess this is the last of the solely mine part and I will be a full fledged "ours" girl.

Does anyone else out there share a closet with their significant other? How is it going?

Something else I want to bring up... this cat. Ok, so if you don't know the story here it is in a nut shell. When my brother left for boot camp in November his wife couldn't deal with his cat. His cat is very territorial when it comes to other male cats which his wife had and he hated her. So the cat felt abandoned and was freaking out and peeing all over their house and she was pregnant which means she couldn't clean it up. I decided that I would take him until my bro got back for Christmas leave. That came and went. He said that he miss understood me and thought I could keep him until he graduated blah, blah, blah. The fact of the matter was hubs and I couldn't afford to have another pet, nor did we want a cat. I am sorry if I offend cat lovers but we aren't.

So when bro went back to basic we left with the agreement that he would send me money for the pet rent, litter and cat food. Never happened. So really I have been keeping his cat for free.

the whole time he kept telling me to not talk to his wife about it because she didn't need anymore stress. We were doing this through the mail mind you.

We fast forward to now. He is home, they are in their bubble of new baby bliss with not even a mention of what to do with this cat.

They aren't going to take him back, his wife has declared that she will never live in a house with him again... so they are going to take him to a shelter where because he isn't a cute an fluffy kitten will probably be put down.

I mean I like this cat and I don't want him to die but how long is a favor supposed to last? I mean I have been taking care of this cat for 7 months and he isn't my cat and I don't think it should be job to decide what to do with him.

I don't know how to bring it up to my brother either. I mean since he has gotten back I haven't heard a peep from him which is understandable but still a mass text saying I am home would have been nice.

Should I wait, or should I just bite the bullet and talk to him this weekend?