The 8th Nerve

Pets getting screwed over by babies!  This must be the trend of our generation.   Since many of us are more likely to wait longer before having kids, we start accumulating pets first and treating them like first borns.   There was a time when I would come home from work and run or walk Lucky in the cold and the rain and the dark.  I would pet my cats.  I would write entire ENTRIES about my cats. I would water my houseplants every Saturday, give or take.  I would lavish all the living beings with maternal affection.

If Casper didn’t return home by 11 pm, we were out on the deck calling his name.  My worrying would lead to imagining Casper getting into a vicious battle with a woodland creature down by the river and there would be no way I could go to sleep until he was back safely in the house.   Now, if he were to saunter back in the morning we say “oh, he must have been out all night.”

All the sudden it can be a lot of hassle.  Walk the dog?  are you kidding me? Maybe he’ll go if I just open the door and let him run around the yard.  Scoop the litterbox?  I guess I better, because eau de cat litter is now traveling all the way up the stairs.  When’s the last time I watered the plants?  Baby has taken over.   I bet this is happening everywhere, pets falling from the top of the hierarchy when 30 somethings finally decide to reproduce.

Ah, the guilt!  We’re lucky they forgive us.  At least I think they do.  The cats were using Emmy’s picture as a dartboard above their food dish, but they said they were just kidding.

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Jan 7th 2010Pets