Izzie woke me up this morning – she started the exercise by dancing a German Polka on my stomach and ended with a sharp, single claw stab through the soft tissue in my armpit. “OW!! FUCK!” In between those two events were whispered threats of the dire consequences should I not get out of bed and a fairly lengthy litany of curses.
I muttered a few curses of my own as I stumbled to the bathroom for my morning pee. Izzie took a position on top of the vanity where she began poking my left cheek with increasing insistence while Teddy swarmed around my panties, purring and feathering my inner thighs with his tail.
“Teddy, I have paperwork to do – get out of my panties. Gawd! Quit poking me Izzie! Geezus! Teddy! You’re not helping! For fucksakes! STOP POKING ME!!”
They want out, of course. I slept in a bit and she’s late for her Queendom Inspection where she’ll be handing out Stink Eyes and slaps to anyone or thing that happens to get in her way. She’ll belittle the two Labradors on the other side of the alley, the orange cat down the block will be mocked and she’ll stop to extensively cuss out Charlie next door just to set a precedent since he’s new to the neighbourhood. And Teddy, bless his kind-of-dumb but sweet soul, will most likely follow behind at a safe distance apologizing.
When she returns from her reconnaissance she bellows for admittance into the house and then demands prolonged loves. It was at that point this morning that I started to wonder why the fuck I even have pets? Honestly, they annoy the hell out of me.
Over the years I’ve had quite a few pets and they have all been a nuisance in one way or another. Dogs are needy and smelly and dirty and you have to pick up all the poo that is never in one convenient location but spread around the yard like Turdstools.
Birds…..well who really wants squawking, shitting, molting pets that fly around the house if they happen to get out of their cage. I have enough problems without trying to catch a damned bird with a fish net.
Fish. I had one of those Siamese fighting fish once which actually was fine. I would say “Good morning” and wiggle my head back and forth and Norman would swim over and wiggle his head back and forth. I really liked him; he lived in a small and pretty tank that was easy to clean and the fish food was cheap. Unfortunately, Norman only lived for about a year and Norman 2.0 only made it 6 months. I asked for a young fish next time but Norman 3.0 only lived for a couple of months so I gave it all up. Fuck fish!
Hamsters. Well I didn’t mind the one hamster I had. Tubbs was a goofy and chubby little thing and was only awake during the night. I accidentally killed him because I wanted to find a little house for him and when I couldn’t find what I wanted in the pet stores I decided to make one with a relish jar, fake jewels and spray paint. RIP Tubbs (I think either the fumes killed him or he chipped the paint off the jar). Tubbs 2.0 wasn’t nearly as sweet as Tubbs 1.0 and he bit me, the little fuck. I gave him away to a friend – good riddance.
Cats! I’ve had a few over the years and the only one I ever liked was the one I got strictly for the kids. Guess who she ended up loving the most though? Maggie was a great cat; she was sweet and clean and we didn’t bother each other except for the odd conversation. She developed Kidney Disease though and I had to put her down.
Three years later I kind of wanted another cat. Idiot. Izzie was adorable but her personality turned out to be somewhere between Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Freddy Krueger. It was a blood bath for nearly a year. I have scars. The Viking has scars. Seriously. Scars.
We finally convinced her to stop trying to kill us but she’s still loud and belligerent and she shouts curses at us and stares at us like we’ve tragically disappointed her.. Thank Gawd for Teddy who, despite his sweetness, manages to put up with her shit and curtails the worst of her homicidal tendencies.
And she’s a sneaky little shit, too! She looks all sweet and love-y and approaches like she would welcome a chin scratch and just when you fall for it and put your hand out……SA-LAP!!……and she walks away laughing while you are cradling your severed hand to your chest.
All of this brings me back to my initial question of ‘Why the fuck I even have pets?’ I suppose it’s a moot point because there is no going back; we can’t get rid of them now. Despite all the apologies we have to make we love Izzie. And Teddy…..well, who wouldn’t like Teddy? We’ve had to frisk people to be certain they don’t take him home with them. It’s a package deal, people! You take Teddy, you have to take Izzie too!
So, my giant pains in the ass won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. Sigh.