We are going to get a cat. A kitten, I hope. Mark and I went to PetsMart to look at the cats available for adoption. They only had one kitten, and while we were rather inclined to take it, the volunteer sort of talked us out of it! She was a cute little gray tabby, but the volunteer said there are about 2-3 more litters at the shelter who will be available for adoption next Saturday. He suggested that we shouldn’t adopt the first cat we see, but wait to see who we fall in love with and who falls in love with us.
The volunteer was also really adamant that kittens are a LOT of work and we won’t get any sleep for weeks. That really wasn’t my experience with kittens when I was young, but maybe I’m just misremembering. I’m not really interested in having multiple cats. Just one is a big commitment for me, and I’m not a fan of commitment.
We’re going to need a litter pan and litter and bowls. We will probably get a couple of little toys. The PetSmart brochure recommends all kinds of cool Kitty aKoutrements, but I think we’ll wait and see what s/he actually wants. The adoption is about $75.00. Extra stuff will probably come to $50. If today was any indication, the hardest decision is going to be deciding which kitten to choose.
Um…good luck with that. I hate cats. I don’t remember them being much work though either - why would they keep you up all night? We had lots of pets when I was a kid, but I don’t remember a cat ever bothering us that way. Now puppies, that is another matter entirely. They are noisy whiny little buggers.
We always had a cat when I was a kid. Not really by decision; more by adoption - we’d find a stray and keep it. Only ever one at a time. My dad disliked cats, complained about it all the time, and the cats adored him. Too funny.
Mark wants a pet. I don’t want a weird pet (no iguanas for me!) and while we briefly looked, we weren’t able to find a kangaroo rat or mouse for purchase. I’d like to have a kitten; I think they’re lots of fun. The one we saw was playing like crazy - batting a ball around the cage and jumping and pouncing. The volunteer said, “She’ll be like that on your head at 2:00 a.m.” I’m thinking she’ll be doing that to Calvin, because he’s not fond of cats, either (though he doesn’t hate them.)
Cats are low maintenance when they get older, which is nice.
Good luck. When I locked Miss Kitty out of my bedroom she would scratch at the door until I would throw her in the garage for the night. I was SO happy Emily finally took her to college. Now I am down to the Betta fish and happy.
But, what will the house mice do when a cat moves in?
What can I add: here’s to a life-long commitment, please.