My boys have been begging me for a pet for ages. Living in a rental that can be a bit of a problem and on another level, I didn’t feel ready for the cost and responsibility of becoming a pet owner. Because you know it’s never the children that takes care of the pets is it?
When we recently started looking around for yet another new rental (I will post about this as well sometime), I took the first part of the plunge and specifically only looked at places that would allow us to own a pet. Once we moved in, the race was on. The boys kept on asking when this pet-thing will happen. In a bid to make the whole move easier on them, they were (very loosely) promised this pet, and they were not letting it go.
A mere two weeks later, I found myself driving to the cat shelter, just to go have a look. Feel free to laugh now at my naivety. Less than 15 minutes later, I had signed the papers to adopt two cats. It was a rush back home to go buy cat carriers and all sorts of other paraphernalia and late that afternoon we arrived home with Comet and Sparkles. They are 2 ginger tabbies, brother and sister, about 7 months old.
I had hoped that the acquiring of pets would do my boys well, but I have been overwhelmed with the reaction. They are just over the moon and the novelty did not even wear off after day 2.
Yes, basically all our furniture are now scratched. Yes, I have been woken up a couple of times with a cat tail in my face or even with one nibbling my ear. Yes, there is hair everywhere. And last, but certainly not least, the litter tray is driving me CRAZY!
The return on this investment is two very happy boys and it has been so worth it. My boys really hungered for a sense of permanence in there lives. We have just had our 3rd move in as many years, my oldest is sometimes still not sure whether Australia is now his forever home and nothing else over here really belongs to us. As much as I love this new country, I am not yet comfortable saying it’s MY country. I do not yet own a house that is MINE. But we have two cats. They are ours. We don’t have to give them back.
The first week my youngest kept on asking me over and over again: “Are you sure we can keep these cats forever and ever mum?” My heart just broke. I realised that he hasn’t seen a lot of forever and ever in his short life. Everything has been temporary.
I still hate the litter tray and my heart bleeds for my brand new dining room chairs that now sport a cat claw design, but I am so grateful to another 2 gingers that has brought a great deal of healing to the Pienaar family.