My little man — his sisters call him “Mister” — met a kitten on Thanksgiving. He always gets very excited about watching animals, but prefers to keep his distance.
Once we were watching a horse in a field (from the safe side of the fence) and when the horse on a whim picked up and loped toward us Mister turned around and ran inside (not behind) a nearby bush, refusing to come out until the horse had meandered off.
Anyway, this kitten was so smitten with my equinophobic toddler that he was soon won over.
Mister and Smitten Kitten spent the whole afternoon together.
They rode tractors together.
Commiserated about the trouble with sisters.
Smitten Kitten even let Mister pick him up and carry him around. Repeatedly!
I’m fairly certain this is not normal. But do you know what my favorite thing about this snuggly, calm, not-prone-to-scratching-your-eyes-out little ball of fur and purs was?
He (she?) does not belong to us.
Does that make me a cold-hearted stump of a mom? Because I can meditate on the unbelievable cuteness of these pictures and I’m still happy there are no pets in our house. It’s not like I’ve made it always winter and never Christmas here. I just don’t like to share my living space — my couch, my bed, my kitchen counters, my unscratched rugs — with animals. At least, not any but the toddler variety.
I know pets have proven to lift spirits in hospitals and nursing homes, but our pet-free house isn’t all gloom and doom. In fact, I think my kids are pretty happy here, all sans dander and fleas. Are all you pet owners and lovers out there prepping your rotten eggs and tomatoes? Don’t worry – I love that you have pets!
That way we can come visit and play and I don’t have to get any of my own. : )