Blue, Ellie, Tibby, Albany, Prada, Cleo, Ernie, Norma, Cuddles, Cheez Whiz & Walnut.
Those are the names of all of my pets in chronological order. Blue was a budgie that I don’t even really remember, Ellie was my first real pet. She was my dog growing up. Ellie was an incredibly smart miniature poodle. She lived to be almost 20 years old.
Then there was Tibby the tabby cat, Albany the Anglo-Arab horse, Prada the beautiful, black stray cat, Cleo the purebred Siamese I got from a friend who was allergic, Ernie the softest, shyest cat in the world who we found sleeping under a layer of snow on our front porch through a bitterly cold winter, and Norma, Cuddles, Cheez Whiz & Walnut … the chickens. And yes, I do consider my chickens to be pets. If I kiss them on the head they’re my pets.
I cannot even imagine not having a pet. How do you clean up the crumbs on your carpet? Who eats your centipedes? What do you use all your paper towels and lint brushes for? Who makes you feel better when you’re sad or sick? Spouses are fine, but cats are furry.
So that’s the direction we’re headed in today. Furry spouses. No. I mean pets. I wanna talk pets. Simply out of curiosity.
I want to know if you have a pet or not and if you do, I want to know what kind of pet you have.
Not that I’m looking for inspiration. I have enough pets. I do not need another pet. This house is too small and my energy too low. NO MORE PETS.
Now if you’ll excuse me it’s time to for me to turn in and do a little bit of bedtime reading. I look forward to hearing about your pets.