As I countdown the minutes until I take our seven month old cat to the vet, I realize how important pets are to me. I’ve always had fish growing up, but they don’t qualify as a pet. We upgraded to hamsters, which are pretty fun, but they get too crazy and won’t sit still for more than a minute. Then, we got two guinea pigs and unfortunatley (but fortunate for the kids) the one had babies. We then had a happy family of four guinea pigs, until years later the father passed away. We all were devastated. He acted so much like a baby. We could cradle him and feed him carrots, and my sister taught him how to beg. We still have four guinea pigs, but the parents have since died.
What my family really needed was a pet that could actually be a pet. One that could roam around the house, sleep in our beds, and relax with us on the couch. That is when my sisters got a kitten for Christmas. We named her Florence, after our all-time favorite musical artist, Florence and the Machine.
Since I am home at odd times because of college, I became pretty close with Florence. As I would get ready for school she would sit on my bed or play in my room. She is our first real pet, and we love her so!
My love for cats (obsession?) made me want to get my own kitten, and that allows me to introduce Zooey (not Zoh-ee, Zoo-ee). I have realized that I look at our pets as part of the family, and I hold them very close to my heart. This post may be solely for my benefit, I feel the need to keep myself occupied as I wait to take her. We are unsure as to what is wrong with her, but she has not been acting well. Wish her some luck, fellow cat lovers.