I am the antithesis of an animal lover. I never had a pet, and I'm allergic to them. I literally lose my appetite when I think about animals. (I had a student once that bought me Dixie cups with cats on them just to be funny. I didn't find much humor in it.)
As a child I was bit by a dog while walking home from Leslie Wetherington's house. The way I remember it, the dog had a dead animal in its mouth at the time it gnashed its teeth into my leg. I didn't go to the emergency room so the wound probably wasn't that bad, but the point is, I remember telling Mike before our engagement, "It's either me or a pet, because, honey, you'll never have one if you're married to me.
So when I was awakened this morning at 6:00 a.m. by human-like cries of some mangy white cat that's been hanging out on our front porch, I was less than thrilled. "Where's the gun?" I asked Mike. He didn't answer.
I guess I have a bit of my grandpa lurking in the depths of me. I'd like to bury this cat alive.
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Okay animal lovers, can we still be friends?
2 comments:
Traci
I consider myself an animal lover. I can't argue that I have a bunny named Miss Sara Bunbun....my point is this. A crying cat at 6am could change my love of animals. I have never lived with a pet who has woken me up before. I guess my love of animals has not truly been tested.
You are not alone my friend. Fortunately, Wes and I are like minded on the pet issue. Stuffed animals it is Vivi, enjoy!
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