hizgeorgiapeach
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It's ironic in a way. You're either an animal person, or you're not an animal person. Me - I can't seem to Escape being an animal person. MmeGigs, I understand your frustration at having that momentary dream of a pet-free zone shattered far to well. A few of months ago - I had to have my dog, Griz, put down due to it being the humane thing considering his age and illness factors. I swore when I had that done that there would be no animals in my home for a good long time - I would be a pet-free zone. I didn't want the expense of feeding, or the vet bills, or the constant drool and hairballs. I didn't want the Responcibility that comes with having an animal companion. HA! That resolve lasted for less than a month, before I could no longer stand the unremitting "quiet" of the petless house, and the lack of animal companionship which has been part of my life since I was a toddler. I ended up taking the 3 mile drive to the larger of the two shelters near my home. I was only gonna go look - maybe sit and pet some of the cats and dogs, then come home after getting a "fix" that way. Didn't work. I was there for 5 hours, roaming amongst the 8 glass walled cat rooms, sitting on the floor in each one and letting the cats themselves decide who I would and would not pet. Ended up going back to the next-to-last room a second time, where two of the cats had curled up Together on my lap, growling at any others who thought to come investigate the human. One was an all black long haired neutered male, the other was a light grey & cream tabby short haired spayed female - named Blackie and Smokie respectively by the shelter staff. I couldn't help myself, and decided that I was going to bring blackie (now renamed Merlin) home with me. I went up front with his card, paid the adoption fee, got the carrier out and went back into the room for him - and just couldn't leave smokie (now renamed Stormy, to account for her sometimes volatile temper lol) behind either. They both went into the carrier, I went back to the desk, filled out the paperwork on her - and ended up with 2 cats from going to get a quick "fix" for my animal addiction. So much for MY pet free home. Merlin and Stormy hadn't been with me more than 3 weeks when I went to the store, and a gal was out front with a basket full of 8 week old kittens trying to find homes for them. Being the sucker that I am - I just Had to stop and look at them on my way in. (DOH!) I managed to tear myself away so I could go in and get what I was after - cat food and kitty litter, wouldn't ya know? - and told myself firmly that I absolutely did NOT need another animal. Period. Wasn't gonna happen. Yeah right. I come outta the store, she's got 3 of the 7 kittens still in the basket, and is explaining to someone that if she doesn't find homes for all of them before she goes home, they go to the shelter the next day. (DOH again!) 2 females, 1 male left - all utterly adorable. The male - now Fritz - ended up coming home with me. Fortunately he's settled in since then as though he were born here. Stormy pretty much adopted him - and even though he's now getting close to 5 months old, still allows him to try and suckle every now and then. (Must be frustrated maternity in her lol.) Fritz and Merlin chase each other through the house, playing tag (and playing "Let's see how long it takes to frustrate mom to the point of snarling at the pair of us, while we mock battle and sound like we're killing each other." According to a few of my close friends in my area - I'm rapidly turning into the neighborhood "crazy cat lady." I have more use for my cats than I do for young humans. I tend to leave bowls of food out for any neighborhood strays. I frequently go for days at a time not having anything to do with the rest of humanity except via the computer - and that's by choice. As often as not, when my neighbors Do see me, it's while I'm either packing or unpacking the car from going to a RenFair type function, or while I'm in Ren constuming due to going to a monthly meeting with the Ren group I'm in locally. (hence the "crazy" part of that "crazy cat lady" thing lol.) Ohhhhhh yeah - I can definately see myself as an asocial old woman surrounded by 60 or 70 cats in a few more years...
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