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On Being Human, As Directed By Cats
I’m a better person because of the felines in my life. Here’s how.
I’ve never really been a pet person. I view pets as a barrier to the life I want to lead. Pets are something to take care of when I am already overburdened. Pets make a mess in my perfectly ordered home. Pets are creatures that take. Pets are something to worry about and pay for when you travel or live life in general.
Then last fall, under intense pressure from the kids who call me mom, two kittens became part of our lives.
Lucy and Linus were born September 30, 2018 and dropped immediately at the Humane Society. They weighed nothing and were fed from a tiny dropper by the hands of kind people. On November 17, the day they were 7 full weeks old, they were spayed and neutered (respectively) and put out for adoption.
This same day, my children walked in the front door of the Humane Society and spotted them. If I’m being honest, I fell in love, too. These two were born to be our cats.
We took our pint-sized toddlers home. They were perfect from the start. Curious and loving; never aloof. As I fell deeper in love with them, I learned things about them. They have personalities. They have opinions. They have needs. They show love.
