With three boys ten and under, I have enough mess to deal with.
The boys are supposed to help clean but most of the time their “help” actually makes more work for me. I haven’t given up on teaching them how to properly clean up, but in the meantime, their help tends to create bigger messes.
But this has been my excuse for not getting another cat. That and my middle son being so devastated by the loss of our last cat that he stayed away from all animals for a while.
Over the past few months, all of my boys started talking about getting another cat. Even the biggest guy around here. He’d text me pictures of the boys holding cats at the pet store or humane society.
And I do actually like cats. I just didn’t want extra work. But, I gave in.
Dobby joined our family shortly before Christmas.
And really, I guess I’ve had kids for so long that the tiny messes a kitten can make really don’t seem like that big of a deal.
Dobby curls up with my oldest as he plays video games or reads.
He makes my youngest laugh when chases his tail or jumps on whatever block creation my son built.
During the school day, he sits in my lap or right beside me as I work. The first few times I did my workout at home, he tried to attack my legs, but now he goes and takes a nap instead.
At night, Dobby snuggles in with my middle and stays there all night long. That sight every night makes me smile. You might call him our therapy cat.
So while I wasn’t the one to push for us to get a cat again, I have to admit that I’m glad I gave in.
Do you have a family pet?