Impulsive Pet Store Purchase

Borgia

Back in 2002 I went to a mall pet store to get my mom’s Miniature Poodle, Max, a dog toy as a peace-offering. I was not a fan of Max because I am a big dog person. I grew up with Boxers, Doberman and a German Shepherd.

A couple of years earlier my parents sold our Boxer when we moved to Arizona because they didn’t want fur in their new house (I being a reasonable person, would manage the fur because I see cats & dogs as family members). My mom bought Max with the reasoning being he wouldn’t shed as much as our Boxer would have. Max and I were off to a rough start considering he was a small dog, he was a replacement for MY dog who I missed greatly and my Mom didn’t even ask for our opinion.

Here I am in this pet store looking around and I see these kittens. At the time I was a “dog person” who thought cats were okay. Little did I know this was the start of my life with cats. An employee offered to let me hold a kitten and I was hooked. I no longer cared about the dog toy and I left the store with a $200 kitten.  The only problem was that I had to sneak the kitten into the house.

I should mention that months earlier I asked if I could get a cat and was turned down flat. It’s a good thing that my parents never went into my room because that’s where Borgia lived for a couple of months without my parents and brother knowing. Eventually my mom and brother discovered her but didn’t tell my step-dad (he didn’t find out for another month).

Fast forward to today, I have since adopted 2 cats and currently have 4 barn cats. Borgia will be turning 12 years old next month and is still going strong.

Advertisements

I'd love your feedback

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s