Sometimes my home feels too big for just me. A couple people in my life have encouraged me for months to get a pet to bring life, love, and affections inside my quiet home.
There are many analogies... kinda like when several people start to ask you if you are feeling well, then suddenly you question if you feel well or not.
So, I began to entertain the thought of a pet. At the mention of the thought of getting a cat, my sweet daughter, Brooke, was ON IT! Quite honestly, I admire her knowing me well and her research skills. At the end of the day, she nailed the most perfect little kitten, a Raggamuffin, from a breeder who is reasonably close by for the best price ever. A evening drive to select a kitten and I ended up putting deposits down on two. I blame the full moon, blue moon on Halloween.
For the last two weeks, I have wavered from one extreme to the next each day. Each person I reached out to in order to support my cause that a pet really isn't for me, emphasized how good it would be for me. Even my Mariah, when I said, "Isn't Rowan allergic to cats?" Nope.
Do you know what I like about a cat... when it's older, fixed, declawed, in routine, and knows my routine. The kitten phase is cute for a moment, but they are a lot of work, and they live for an average of 15 years.
All this actually became a crossroad, which lead me to soul search. Do I really want a kitten or a husband? Go ahead, laugh! Yea, super extreme. A kitten is quick and easily attainable versus a husband when I've been single for 23 years.
In all fairness sake, I just opened myself up to dating three months ago. Three years prior to that I wanted nothing to do with dating. At. All.
It isn't like a light switch that goes easily off and on, I give great thought to every decision I make and it's me who has to be absolutely 500% ready. In the years I took off dating, those in my closest circle, said it was "time" to begin again off an on for years. It was three years until not only was I ready, but I really wanted it.
For the first time, since I can remember, I really want to be married. A kitten would have been a good bandaid for company in my home, but that's not what I want. I want a husband person. I say that in jest being light-hearted about it, but I do mean it. I want a husband and I want to be married.
To those who believe a kitten is a more immediate option for me...
