I agree, but my boyfriend doesn't want to give them up and would resent me if I asked him to do that. Right now, our male cat is outside (the weather is okay), because part of me needs the break, and because my boyfriend fell asleep and wouldn't wake up when I rang his phone, to ask him to bring the cat in and to my room so the mama cat won't chase him. He'll come in for me, usually, but I can't carry him safely to my room. I'm in bed, which is easier for me to let my boyfriend get him, rather than me having to dance around to get back in bed without him touching me. I love to love and pet him, but my OCD is stronger, and drowns out the pleasure.

On top of that, the kittens are now very active and they climb up our legs, the couch, and whatever they can, which makes avoiding them pretty much impossible. We want them to be petted and spoiled, so they'll be more adoptable, but every time I handle them, I go through a lot of extra washing just to feel clean again. And since there's cat hair everywhere, especially my bed, I don't really feel completely clean anymore.

I'm sorry for going on like this. I'm just mentally and physically worn out. And it had me crying last night because I LOVE my babies so much, and this god-awful disorder takes my enjoyment from me.