When we moved into the house, Shaun still wanted a puppy, but they were still expensive. I decided I wanted a nice, cheap cat. My parents had recently adopted a stray, or rather, a stray had adopted them, and it reminded me how much I liked cats. When the house was in good enough shape, after a couple of months of repairs and upgrades, I was ready for a cat and I wasn’t going to wait. Luckily, the humane society was having an adopt-a-thon that weekend. We went, and after a long while searching for a kitten that wasn’t already taken and also, ready to go right away, we found a super cute little black kitty whose entire family had already been adopted. You know him as Sid, and I love Sid so much it boggles my brain. I love him even though he’s a handful and starts biting when he doesn’t get his way. He’s a big personality and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
The cat who adopted my parents was from the next street over, and even when his owners claimed him, they brought him back to my parents because he wasn’t friendly with the other cat they had adopted. My parents loved this cat, a grey tabby. Even my dad loved it, and brushed it and petted it and talked to it, which is really weird because my dad really wasn’t fond of the cat I had growing up and I thought he wasn’t a cat person. But this cat they loved, and a couple of months ago he went missing. They don’t think he was run over because they never saw evidence of that. They think he either moved on to another family or got in a fight with the neighbor dog. Either way, my mom REALLY misses the cat, and wants me to get her another one for Christmas. She wants another grey tabby, as they consider this last cat the best and most mild of any breed they’d ever had.
Anyway, there are still discussions of getting a dog, as Shaun still wants a Corgi. However, I don’t really see us as dog people. We’re not home enough to really take care of a dog, and I don’t want to be the one stuck with the chores as I am with the cat. And as much as Shaun wants a Corgi, he loves the cat. While we were at the humane society, Shaun went to look at the dogs but didn’t stay very long. He said he got bored. So I’m thinking that he is not really a dog person, but try explaining that to him.
So what I’m trying to say here is there’s a lot of guilt floating around. I feel guilty that Shaun can’t get his dog. I feel guilty that I can’t save all the kitties, and I feel guilty that even though I’m saving this kitty and giving him a great home, I’m not giving him to Shaun. And I feel guilty that I could even think about bringing in another cat to the house when Sid is the owner of my affections. Who knew that animals could cause all this guilt?
I probably shouldn’t have kids.