There has been at least a three-year cuddly kitten debate in our house. Elisa has been tagging me in kitten videos since we met on this here fine interweb some 6 years ago. She’s obsessed with all things cute and cuddly, really. We stop for all puppies, most dogs, and last week in the park, a bunny on a leash.
Not only am I mildly allergic to most furry things, I do a good 3/4 of the cleaning (since she cooks) and have been really enjoying a fur-free home for the last four years.
Other valid arguments include: we travel too much; we often use Air BnB; pets can be expensive; I’m allergic (did I mention that already?)
I knew my arguments were beginning to wane when a few weeks ago we got accosted at dinner by a foster dog guy and his available-for-adoption adorable puppy companion. We were innocently eating outside, enjoying a lovely evening in the summer streets of Brooklyn, when skirrrrt! [insert irresistible puppy]. If the agency hadn’t wanted four hundred dollars for the lil’ guy, I’m sure I would have already written this post with a very different photo.
Elisa lights up like a Disney parade in the company of these cutie pies, so how can I resist. The above photo she spotted at the Brooklyn Food Co-op one evening while I was at water polo. By the time I surfaced from the pool, there was at least 17 FB comments in the form of cyber-bullying, taunting me into getting this handsome “Boots” fella;)
Little did anyone know that I’d been tinkering with the kitten for Christmas idea. And by tinkering I mean, I thought about it once, maybe twice.
Just imagining the look of surprise, the immense joy, the overwhelming satisfaction of constant entertainment on Elisa was enough to bring me to question my very own perfectly valid arguments.
This way though, since I was bullied, I figure she will have to do all the litter box sifting, and technically I’ll be able to pull the kitten card whenever I deem fit;)
A total win-win, right?
I leave you with this: Here’s to giving in for good reason.
PS … I apologize in advance for the onslaught of kitten videos getting ready to hit The Facebook. Beware;)
PSS … His name was Oggi, which is perfect for two reasons. One, as you may have heard, I’m studying Italian, and two, oggi means “today” in Italian. So clearly he’s a mindful meditative lil man just by name alone. And so far, he’s living up to his name.
… we’re working on it;)