Once upon a time, when we lived in New York City we had a cat. His name was Elliott and we referred to him as our penthouse kitty because he never left the apartment. He was white with long hair and big green eyes. My husband used to say the resemblance between mother and kitty was astonishing.
But then I had human children and poor Elliott took a back seat.
I neither needed nor wanted furry paws around my neck or something to curl up in my lap and meow at me until I petted it. I had diapers to change, a lap full of children and poor Elliott's meowing was often drowned out by a different kind of yowling.
When we moved to Oregon Elliott was adopted by my grandmother who was able to dote on him in the way he'd been doted on before the kids displaced his (what he would have termed) rightful position.
Now we have fish. They seem to die a lot but the only person who ever notices is my husband. Last year I did a post about Child #2s frogs. They have since passed on to the great frog wonderland in the sky.
|This guy is temptingly adorable!|
Which made sense for a while but now the children are potty-trained and semi-self sufficient and I'm left wondering whether I'm depriving my family of one of life's great joys.
Would our lives be fuller and richer if we adopted a sweet little puppy?
Even as I type the words 'sweet little puppy' I cringe a little. I picture chewed up shoes, wet, muddy paws and dog hair. The companion image is the one of me, cold and shivering in the rain, holding that little plastic baggy filled with blech.
So then I think maybe a cat. Until I remember how many people are allergic to cats and how much I love to entertain.
Which leads me to hamsters. I was actively considering hamster logistics when I visited a friend and commented on the large size of her hamster. "That's because he ate the other one," she told me. I wish I could say she was kidding but she wasn't. The story, in brief, one died and the survivor cannibalized his friend.
Rats and mice are out due to my particular phobia so sometimes I play around with the idea of rabbits. I had a rabbit as a child but my rabbit had only slightly more personality than the interchangeable fish in our basement fish tank.
So what do you think blogosphere?
Are pets an important part of joy? Or should I just schedule more play dates for my kids and call it a (poop-free, no cannabilization, unmaimed shoe, zero allergy attack) day?