I have lived without Mcduff, the most extraordinary feline imaginable, for almost three years. I could not fathom replacing him as I knew no other cat would live up to his acclaim. My youngest has been quite persistent with his requests for a cat. It is all he asks for and I have found it difficult to deny his request. We have a dog, a big rambling goof who has worked his way into a revered member of our family, but my little guy wants a cat.
Hubby and I were at a wedding on the weekend and he was talking with my friend about cat rescues and adoption agencies. I tried to plug my ears and repeat my well rehearsed mantra, "no more cats, no more cats." No one paid me any attention. I think this is because they know me better than I like to admit.
The next day we went about our usual routines when the phone rang. My brother and his wife had been caring for a stray cat in their neighbourhood and wanted to know if we would like it! Hubby said, "sure" and I went to the store for litter and food supplies. With in half an hour an orange, long haired cat, we've named him Finnigan, was hiding under a bed trying to acclimatize himself to his new surroundings. Piper, our dog, and Finnigan still need to come to an understanding, but my youngest has a perma-grin that shows no signs of diminishing anytime soon. So, I caved. I admit it. But, parenting is about compromise and opening your heart just a little bit wider everyday.
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