Oh my gosh!!! We got a cat!
Wednesday, October 21st, Grammy (My grandmother on my mom's side, the one who owns a traveling carnival) went in for knee surgery. Almost everyday since, my mom has made the commute of about an hour or so, to go out and help her. Last night, my mom and my sister went out to visit her, and when they came home, Emma came through the door screaming. "We have a cat! We have a cat!" she screamed. I believed her, but I didn't. I saw the carrier in her hand and I figured we were just taking care of it for a few days while Grammy recovered, but my mom said otherwise. I was totally surprised, we've had cats in the past, but after the last one being eaten (it was either a bird or a raccoon that did it), I figured we'd never get to have any pets again. In the past, we've had 2 cats, 4 kittens, 20+ fish, a field mouse, and 3 pet rocks. Obviously, we were bored of the rocks pretty quickly, so that didn't last long, the field mouse ran away the night we caught it, the 5 of the fish lasted for a few years, 6 lasted for a few months, and the rest were killed by my mom shortly after we bought them. She has a knack for killing goldfish. Once, while we were staying at a trailer park, she set my brand new goldfish, Rose, behind the wheel of a trailer. "Mom! Don't put it under a tire, what if they run over it?" I said indignantly. "They're not going to move," my mom argued. I woke up the next morning to a broken fishbowl and a dead fish.. "I told you!" I shouted "Well. maybe they will move" was all my mom said. After that I never let her near another one of my fish. Before my brother Zach was born, we had 4 kittens, Samantha was mine, Beans, was Sam's, Emma belonged to Emma.. and my parent's had the runt of the pack, so they decided to name it runt. My mom decided to sell them when they were only a few months old, so they weren't with us for very long anyway. Plus, you already know what happened to my cat Schootch, she was older then me, so I guess it was her time anyway, and our other cat Snips died of age back in 2009, and my dad had her back in the early 90's so she was definitely getting old as well. So all that said, Scrunchy, a dark colored, striped, 8 week old kitten, who is the most adorable thing I've ever seen. She has been sleeping on my tummy this entire time I've typed this, and she only weights a few pounds. Seeing as almost my entire family is allergic to pets, my mom has asthma, and we were almost completely clear of any pet residue, well, that and my mom's constant refusal to let us get a pet, I figured we'd never have a pet again... Well, maybe some fish, but that's about it. Anyway, all that to say: We have a kitten!
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