Fish: The Gateway Pet
Last week, there was a crack in my “no pets” armour, and we got a fish. Today, the walls came crumbling down: We got a kitten.
Yeah, I didn’t see it coming either. I figured we’d bask in the clammy glow of fishy ownership for a while and then maybe start entertaining the possibility of a hamster or some other, cooler rodent (but not a gerbil. I am firmly anti-gerbil and no amount of warm fuzzies is going to change my mind on that one).
But…Then there were a bunch of kittens rescued by Animal Alert. And they needed homes, desperately. So, flushed with the success of Princess Sparklefairy 2.0 (the original Princess having been simply flushed), I volunteered to foster a kitten.
Which is how I came to have an adorable little bit of black fluff hiding under my bed and two little girls sprawled on the floor debating names.