The Critters Of My Life Archive
My husband walked into a pet store with a credit card someone stupidly sent him and no adult supervision.
We named her Cinnamon.
Cinnamon likes to sleep in my lap. Thus far. I’m sure when she’s no longer 9 weeks old and closer to 9 months old, that will change. It could change tomorrow. But I pulled her out to take these pictures and she curled up to sleep in my lap while I put this all together so I’ll take what I can get.
I know. I’m sorry. I haven’t written a word all week worth anything. Not even in any of my books. I guess… It’s not lack of anything to write as much as its lack of ability. If it makes you feel any better, it took most the week to remember how to read.
Sister is doing well. She had to go back to the ER for a second quick operation. They basically poked a camera around and did some cleanup to figure out why the drains were filling so fast. Nothing major, especially compared to what she went through the day prior.
She spent a couple of days refusing to wake up. Not in a dangerous way. She just had a lot of crap to sleep off and I think overall for those couple of days life was less miserable if she slept. We could get the occasional response when she wasn’t in a deep sleep. It had us in a tizzy because we were desperate to see her alert, but the nurses were all quick to assure she was fine. All her numbers (bilirubin, blood pressure, hemoglobin, heart rate) were all looking amazing compared to how they had been just two days prior so she was healthier already.
Personally, while I wanted to see her alert just as bad as mom did, I assured her she had my support to keep on sleeping until she was ready.
Then when she was ready, she woke up.
This week in my store:
Profits from my store go towards supporting my family.
Speaking of my store, you can find a link to the WTBL new items up along the top. It’ll take you here. I actually own the pink shirt. No joke, I love it! All items in the WTBL store are great ways to support the blog and my family at the same time! Seriously. This and my writing (books/blog) are what I currently do for a living now.
In closing, this quote:
Sambam has learned she is three. She has now decided she needs three of everything. Three cereal bars, three stories at bedtime, etc.
The other night she saw she had three of the same book from Wendy’s and she goes, “Three color books!?! I know I’m three but I don’t need three color books! That’s ridiculous!”
And this cute realization:
The ferret doesn’t seem to care when we yell at the boys, but when we yell at Sammy he gets really defensive of her. He’ll stand up in his cage staring us down like, “I will fight you! That is the girl child and no one yells at the girl child! Don’t make me come up there! I will fight you!”
It’s fairly well documented that I get baby fever something fierce when my youngest is about 3 years old. Sure enough, my kids are basically 4 years apart, currently 11, 7, and 3.
You guessed it; OMG do I have the fever! Like you wouldn’t believe.
Now, this is obviously the worst time ever to have a baby and I already have three, so… no. No more babies especially not right now! (No self, no!) Luckily, I’m fixed. Follow that link. It sums up nicely why a 4th baby is right out. That and my pregnancy with Sambam nearly killed me. There is an entire category that gives you the play by play there.
So Pat does what Pat does, and he took my to the pet store. I have to say, the entire trip and purchase, because of course there was a purchase, was 100% his idea meaning he can’t even get upset at me for it. In fact, he thanked me! He freakin’ thanked me for allowing him to bring a furbaby into the house. If that isn’t BPD manipulation, I don’t know what is. I’ve only wanted one of these forever.
So, meet Sweet Pea. Named because she is as sweet as sugar, and because she peed all over my husband in the early hours of joining the family. (We didn’t have her home/potty set up yet and there had been a car ride.)
Also, as I’ve bitched about money on here in the past few months, it’s worth stating the following:
- All bills are paid up to date.
- Kids have new and a responsible amount of clothing for the coming season.
- We have all material needs, and some wants, met and recently.
- David, my brother-in-law who lives here, just found a job and all the above should remain true for the foreseeable future.
- Babies cost more than we spent on Sweet Pea.
- She has my husband trained to snuggle her when she whines at him.
- My heart is full of glee.
No one has said anything, but in some cases I can imagine the thoughts on my lizard and being broke. However, instead of doing an individualized guilt complex for my lizard, I would like to look at the broader scope and not just offer up my validation for my pet, but maybe also some validation for all of us. Us being defined in this case as those on a limited budget due to disability or limited due to limited real career options, but whom still have pets we technically can’t comfortably afford.
- This is ultra wide-spread – It is actually a documented fact that pets help calm the anxious, and add quality of life for those who are struggling to find any real quality. This is so well documented, in fact, that doctors can legally prescribe mental health patients companion animals of most any, realistic kind, and these mental health companions are afforded all the same legal rights as, say, a seeing eye dog.
- In the event of families, pets are a way of feeling normal when funds are tight, in such a way that won’t cause bankruptcy. In a world of poverty, there are so many things you can’t have or have to say no to, but a small pet doesn’t have to rack up the cost of living bill. In the case of a cat or dog, you can adopt them free or cheap at the beginning, but if you have to pay extra on your lease, plus food, it can add about 300$ to the bills, even after a cheap start. Some can be qualified as being in poverty and still handle that 300$ a month. There are different degrees of poverty. And we are all experts at cutting corners to afford what we really need and really want. Then of course comes something like a snake, a lizard, a frog, fish, or hamsters. After the cost of the animal plus the set up, you might be paying almost a grand out-of-pocket at the start (but hey, we get great tax returns), however, the month-to-month upkeep can be well under 100$ and most can work that in. The impact of the quality of life, when you have a warm kitty purring in your lap, typically can help tip the scale in you pet owner’s favor as the cost versus benefit gets weighed out.
As for my family: The lizard is my mental health companion, but she’s made Pat her human. So my heart swells with love when I watch them together and he fusses over her.