Yes, there are a few people on this forum who are liable to jump all over you if they think you're letting your cats anywhere near your beardies. Lots of them are passionate about making sure the beardies don't get hurt, but many of them are not too fond of cats, and sometimes they can get a little carried away.
I love cats and dogs too, but my husband is severely allergic to anything with fur, and that's actually how we ended up becoming "reptile people". I bought this house (my first one after a little over a decade of renting apartments after moving out of mom's) about 2 months before I met my husband, and moved in with 2 cats, 2 ferrets, and a gerbil, and my plan then was to get a dog or two, maybe a rabbit or two, and live out the rest of my life as a happy single career woman surrounded by furry little critters, but life throws you curves sometimes. I was lucky enough to be able to find good homes for the cats and ferrets before the love of my life moved in, and he still ended up in the hospital two months afterward (we now call that our "honeymoon" at the lovely expensive hotel with room service -- it would have been cheaper to stay at the Hilton :roll: ). He actually tested out as not allergic to gerbils, but the gerbil died of old age during our first year of marriage.
Then the mouse population in our house rose alarmingly after the cats left, and both of us are allergic to mice, but we don't have the heart to trap them and kill them, so that's what started us talking about getting a snake. But one of the first things we learned about the snake was that, for his own health and safety, we couldn't turn him loose and let him hunt wild mice. So we have another mouth to feed and we're buying frozen mice for him at the pet store.
He'll be 15 years old this summer, and we still have mice in our house, and our only strategy is to try to reduce their habitat and their food supply by keeping the house as clean as possible, not always successful. It's been a little easier now that both of us are no longer working full time, but I get more and more useless as a housekeeper as the years go by.
I once found a dead mouse on the kitchen floor and my husband suggested that I freeze it and save it for Squirmles. My response: "I'm not feeding this to my baby. I don't know where it's been and I don't know what it died of." :?
Hang in there -- I hope your mother in law can help you avoid or diffuse the "meltdowns". It's nice for me to have you for a friend too, since I don't get out much and don't have much of an "in person" social life anymore. We seem to have a lot in common.
I'm planning to cuddle my beardie and watch a little Dr Who this morning -- some 8th season (Capaldi
) reruns that I haven't seen before...