Christmas is just around the corner. And if you have a child or grandchild (or spouse) begging for a pet, think twice. Yes, I do want all the shelter animals to find homes, but be set for the commitment that goes with it.
When our whining kindergartner begged for a kitty from Santa, we caved. We're dog people but you want to keep the little guy happy. So I said sure, let's do it.
Growing up with barn cats nearby I saw a lot of them disappear or die (sometimes getting run over by Dad's semi). So it came as quite a shock when we adopted Sylvester (Santa let Carter name her) that cats can live like 18 years. Holy crap. That's longer than your children are home!
Of course I've gotten used to her and even love her. Even though she only has eyes for her human – who is not the boy who wanted her to begin with! She's somehow wormed her way into my heart when I wasn't looking. And through brown-nosing (you can tell it's so brown it's black) she's worked herself up the corporate ladder as Jim's VP of Sales.
True story. Every day is Take Your Cat to Work Day in Jim's office. And she really is seated at his right-hand. She must have been born to supervise because when she strictly enforces (read: demands) companywide afternoon naptime, none of the employees protest.
Seriously, though. Do consider bringing a rescue animal into your home and hearts – when the timing is right. Just know what you're getting into. And know – despite being a Princess Poops-A-Lot sometimes – your life won't be the same.
It'll be better.
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