Young Daughter wanted to get a pet. Her
oldest brother had a series of hamsters when he was young, and she
wanted a pet of her own as well.
Einstein was the first rodent I have
ever welcome into my home and lived to the ripe old age of just over
two years, which is pretty good for a little furball.
He was followed by another hamster,
Fiona, which was the meanest, nastiest most hostile mouse wannabe I
have ever seen.
At first my son tolerated the beast
because he wanted a pet and missed his old pal Einstein. But when the
hamster from hell took a bite out of his finger, she had to go. First
we took her to the SPCA, but they said they would not take an animal
with social issues.
She wasn't an alcoholic or anything,
just grumpy, but either way they would not take her. I suggested we
put Fiona in the backyard with our other pet, Gilbert the cat, and
let nature take its course.
It would have been a tough scrap, but I
was confident Gilbert would have won, although not as mean as Fiona,
Gil was a cat and only in cartoons does a rodent beat a cat.
However, the Missus would have nothing
to do with using the cat as a hired assassin, so we ended up taking
the stupid rat to the vet to be whacked, er, I mean, humanely put
down.
“For an extra $40 we can have her
cremated and put her ashes in a box,” said the nice lady at the
vet's office.
I paid less than $10 for the hamster, I
am already kicking out $30 to have her put down and I really don't
want the ashes of a violent rodent in my house, so I think I will
pass. Thanks.
We got my oldest son another hamster
that lived for a couple of years in peace and harmony with the world
around him.
During all of this, my middle son
wanted a pet so we got the aforementioned cat. We had a dog who
passed, so we got another canine: the now-famous Murphy the Wonder
Dog.
Young Daughter was not too crazy about
any of the critters, so I was surprised when she wanted a pet of her
own. She did not want a dog – she really does not like dogs – she
didn't want a rodent, fish were about as fun as a pet piece of tape,
so the type of critter she was interested in was pretty much narrowed
down to a cat.
But she was not too fond of Gilbert.
“Keep Gilbert out of my room” was
heard echoing through my home on many occasions, but the more she
thought about it, the more she wanted a kitten of her very own.
I am not a huge cat person, and we
already had Gilbert, but it was not fair she did not have a pet so it
was off to the SPCA we went.
After looking at a few kittens she
settled on a tiny, little black and gray bundle of cuteness that she
named after her stuffed toy from when she was a wee child.
Sessa-Lisa, or Lisa for short, came
home with us that day. Because Gilbert is the mellowest cat in the
world he could have cared less.
Murphy the Wonder Dog was doing some
wondering of his own. He was wondering what the heck had invaded his
home now.
She weighs less than two pounds, but
Lisa put 20-pound Murphy in the run from the moment she showed up.
With a hiss, growl and a smack on the
nose Lisa unleashed the fury only a nine-week old kitten can – and
it worked because the past few days Murphy has been as nervous as a
mouse at a cat convention.
Lisa is also living in Young Daughter's
room she is thrilled to have her.
So now I have two cats and a dog living
under my roof. I am glad I do not have anymore children because I do
not want anymore pets.
Mind you there is this cute little
puppy for sale...
Copyright 2015, Darren Handschuh
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Get the puppy ��
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