Growing up, I’d always wanted a pet – a cute, furry, warm-blooded pet. The small fishbowl containing two goldfish did not count – I couldn’t pet them, I couldn’t cuddle them, and they had no personality that I could discern at 6 years of age.
Apparently my memory can last at least 24 hours – not just 3 seconds!
I would’ve wanted a dog to play with and to walk. A cat would’ve been nice to pet and cuddle. Even a hamster would’ve been fun to hold and nuzzle. But my parents said that if I wasn’t responsible enough to clean my room, I wouldn’t be able to take care of a pet. So the responsibility of the pet would fall onto their shoulders and my sister and I were already enough of a workload.
By the way, meet Hamham. I know the resolution is terrible but I had a bad phone camera and he just wouldn’t stop moving! Hamham is a teddy bear hamster that my first-year roommate bought on a whim. She had no sense of responsibility at all – so he ended up being my responsibility. I gave him treats, fed him, watered him, and cleaned his cage. But that’s okay because I had a pet to take care of and play with. And he loved me best – I was the only one he’s never bitten. When the residence staff found out, my roommate’s mother took him home – and I suppose she took over his care, as she also periodically drove in to clean her 18-year-old daughter’s room, dirty laundry, and 3-week-old dishes.
Last year, my dad made my sister a deal: if she could keep her room clean for one month, she could have a pet. I was shocked and appalled and somewhat upset that he gave her that offer. If I’d had that, I’d definitely have a pet by now. He only laughed and said it was because he was beyond confident that she would not be able to do it. Lo and behold, she didn’t even come close – she lasted not even a week.
So here’s my little secret: my parents don’t know about Miko. My wonderful grandparents caved when I asked them to take care of her while I lived at home. I would take Miko with me when I went to school. I’ve snuck her into residence and my wonderful landlord has graciously permitted her presence on his property.
They’re MY jeans now.
I know my grandparents are attached to her, though – she greets them with her tail up when they come home as she does for me. And of course, she’s wonderful for companionship (my grandpa holds regular conversations with her), despite her lack of obvious affection (definitely not a lap cat at all). And of course, she’s claimed my grandma’s favourite chair as her own.
Sometimes I wonder if I will be able to take Miko with me when I finally move out and get a place of my own. I think part of me will be reluctant to take her away from my grandparents. I’m not entirely sure how they would feel. My grandmother says Miko is trouble, but she also knows Miko is very attached to her and she pets her when she comes to greet her. She holds affection for Miko, I’m sure – because she also talks about how smart Miko is (pawing at her to get her attention – “Clean my litterbox, I just pooped”).
Probably a question with varying opinions, but do you think children should grow up with pets? Would you allow your children to have pets?
I wonder what it would’ve been like to grow up like this:
Biggest “‘D’AWWWWWWWWWW” moment ever.
(Image source: http://www.telegraph.co.uk; imgur.com/2451T)
Also: Let’s drink to a good cause!
Time to stock your bar!! Flat Roof Manor will be donating 50 cents per bottle of their Pinot Grigio and Merlot sold at LCBO locations across Ontario from April 1st to April 18th to Toronto Cat Rescue!
Makes a great wine for Easter dinner, or to bring as a hostess gift!
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