Pets

Anyone who has a small animal knows that nothing is ever safe enough. I currently have a 12 week old kitten living in my small apartment. An apartment which, prior to kitten inspection, I thought to be devoid of anything interesting.

Before he arrived, I cleaned everything. To any normal being the apartment seemed devoid of dust, crumbs, and tiny bits of stuff for a baby to swallow. It was not. So far he has found dust dragons under, in and around everything in my apartment. He has discovered that carpet is made of tiny peaces, and he now knows that the best way to find crumbs is to attack me whilst I eat popcorn, chips, . . . enter carbohydrate based product here . . . etc.

With all of this, I still cannot seem to stay angry with him. Really, he's brilliant. Without any encouragement from anyone, he knew that the way out of trouble was to snuggle, look up at me with those huge eyes of his, and purr like mad. I become pudding, completely incapable of finding my spine and telling the little shit to go to his kennel.

I wonder if having an actual child is worse, or better. Human children, after all, cannot claw the carpet or your legs, but they have thumbs which brings an entirely new dimension to the chaos.