I feel that I really have TWO children, a human one and a fur baby.
On Wednesday night, I had to leave my fur baby at my parents house, in a room. They have a pretty big 5 bedroom house and I had to shut him in one room with some toys, his litter and food, so that he didn’t wander the whole house because my mother really doesn’t like cats, and that is an understatement.
Neither the boy nor I slept well that night knowing that fur baby was not with us.
Thursday night, we went to pick him up and the cuddling and hugs commenced. I love that cat.
Last night, he was back in his place, at the foot of my bed, right on top of my clean laundry *giggles*
Growing up, I’ve never had a cat. We had dogs, many dogs. Hmmm these are the ones I can remember in the order we had them.
- Duke the Great Dane
- Pepper the mutt mix
- Cotton Candy the fluffy terrier
- A white one, I don’t remember the name or breed but I remember it looking like a Collie
- Rocky the Boxer
- Petey the Dachsund/Chihuahua mix (he liked to run away a lot)
- Then we had Bailey the Dachsund which was around while the boy was a baby
- And my sister’s fur baby, my fur Nephew, Castle
NEVER did I have one cat. They were not allowed. They, in my mothers eyes, are just as these cats are portrayed in Lady and Tramp.
Oh…the dogs are the victims and the cats are the mean nasty conniving felines right? Meh..
I had two cats in my marriage. One a female Abyssinian/Siamese mix. The other was a Male Abyssinian. I lost those in the divorce because I moved in with my parents (refer to the hatred of cats above), no cats allowed. I never saw those cats again. Makes me sad to this day. I eventually found out that my ex-husband sold them for $50 to some vet chick he knew. We bought those cats for about $700 combined.
But I thought about this and realized, as much as those cats were wonderful, I should not have bought from a breeder.
I was stuck in a cat hating house for 7 years until Spring of 2011 when God threw me into a situation that FORCED me to have to find my own apartment to get into a better school district for the boy. A month after I moved into my apartment, I was in the local Pet Smart and we were looking at the cats in their cages. I turn around and the boy is gingerly petting the soft and furry underbelly of our current fur baby. I adopted him that day and we’ve loved him ever since. Oh he gets me mad (drinking from toilet and scratching my couch) but for the most part, the cuddling and meows I love.
Hence, I realized I do not ever want to be in my home without ALL my children with me, fur or human.
OH and P.S. I love me some dogs to! Don’t get me wrong. I like all animals really. I mean I just got back from SeaWorld and can’t wait to go back!