What is good about having a pet?

As I’m laying here in bed at 2:24 AM, revisiting my early blogs (and all their typos) I have a gray “Russian blue” kitty curled up next to me in bed and gray “silver” miniature poodle, hiding under the bed, probably jealous of the kitty. Ravage, or “Ravage the Cat” I like to call her in my traditional English accent has been with us just a few months now. We adopted her as a 3-4 month old kitten from MADACC (Milwaukee area domestic animal control center). My teen daughter had been asking for a cat for over a year. She actually hadn’t mentioned it lately, but it had not been lost on me that I had not delivered yet after promises to do so. So one day I was reading a Facebook post from a furry friend loving friend who mentioned an over abundance of rescued kitties at MADACC and decided to go take a look. Once we get into the back playroom to visit with a kitty or two I noticed this quiet gray kitty resting in a cage looking just quite opposite of the black-and-white kitty across the room that was noisy seeking to escape his cage. I love the little gray kitties, peaceful demeanor. They called her kiwi. Now I call her mine. She’s a funny little character my daughter decided to call Ravage, apparently named after a Transformers (c) character that is based on a cat. (My daughter is a huge fan of Transformers.)

Our miniature poodle JJ was nearly 5 years old when we adopted Ravage. After a slow introduction I like to think they are best friends who keep each other company while we are away from home, but who knows what actually goes on here when we’re actually away. They’re both alive and well when we return home so I assume peace in the household.

Right now, I can hear rabbit purring “like a Mack truck“ and I take that as a meter of her happiness. JJ is always first to receive you at the door when you walk in and I take that as a meter of his happiness. It seems that the pets are happy and bringing an energy enjoy to our two person household that I wouldn’t trade for the world. Although I have found myself asking my daughter, what am I supposed to do when you go off to college in a couple years with all these pets you’ve left me with. She says I’ll figure it out.