Animal Control

“I want a pet!”
“We can’t have one.”
“I know, but can’t we get a fish or something?”
“No.”
“Why not?!”
Because of the plant by the front door.”
“It was as good as dead when it came to me!”
-C. and J.

A day of freezing rain equals three days of kitties in the Police Department.
A day of freezing rain equals three days of kitties in the Police Department.
This is the season of animal escapades!  The last three days in a row, some well-intentioned student has brought in a kitten to our office.  And the last three days in a row, the sheer cuteness of these critters has ground the entire office to a halt.  Of course…when does a series of isolated events stop being a series of isolated events and start becoming a pattern?  apparently there’s a small…herd?  Pod?  Pride?…of feral cats on campus that all decided to spawn right before the temperature dropped forty degrees overnight.  So these hapless little babies just keep turning up so we now have Animal Services on speed dial and we lose an hour’s worth of work every morning putting them in front of heaters, buying milk to feed them, and cuddling them (risking who knows how many communicable diseases).

The downside is that my puppy-lust has been enflamed and I want a pet even more now! 

Never would think she was an ocelot wannabe, huh?
Never would think she was an ocelot wannabe, huh?
Granted I don’t have the best luck with plants…but I do have a history with feral cats!  When we lived in the Pacific there were hordes of cats in the jungle.  A particularly nasty one that haunted our street had a kitten we decided to rescue from the evil mother.  It took weeks of feeding it in order to trick it inside.  The minute the door closed behind her, she attacked the glass in terror and then hunkered down shivering, her tail the size of a baseball bat.  Twenty minutes later, she decided she was “our housecat” and that was the end of the matter.  And in a continuing Egyptian theme, we named her Nefertiti because of the heavy black marks around her eyes.

Of course, we were all mildly allergic to her (Buddy was catastrophically so) but we refused to get rid of her.  And she repaid our generosity by having kittens under my bed while my parents were out of town. 

You can't handle the cuteness!
You can’t handle the cuteness!

Since scrubbing cat placenta out of my carpet isn’t an expirience I’d like to repeat, I don’t think I’ll want a cat ever again, but I do want a puppy.  A border collie puppy!  Want want!

6 thoughts on “Animal Control”

  1. And when I say love it, I mean it in a “that makes me laugh” kind of way not a “I’m delighting in your pain” kind of way.

    I’d rather not face the wrath of Small “You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry” Dog.

  2. Paul always teases me as we look at Craig’s list by clicking on the “pets” section and showing me the cutest puppies. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww I want one!!

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