So, Little Girl has been lobbying for her own pet for some time.
We still have the cat; he’s almost ten years old now. I have actually been blogging long enough (?!) that his origin story is in my archives, if you’re interested.
I’ve been strongly resisting any new pets on the grounds that we already have a cat; however, the lack of precedent for this logic was recently pointed out to me.
- Me: You don’t need your own pet.
- Little Girl: You let ET have her own pet.
- Me: We already have a cat.
- Little Girl: ET had a hamster. AND a tree frog.
- Me: (floundering) But….
Yeah, I lost that one pretty quickly. I hadn’t taken a hard enough line with previous kids, and now history was against me. The argument that I was younger and stupider back then (my only defense!) wouldn’t really fly either.
(And she didn’t even KNOW about how I let her big sisters have a lizard, some fish, and mice at various times in the past. See “The Pet Wars” in my archives for more there. Yeah. I was MUCH stupider then.)
So…. I fell back on the Use-Your-Own-Money-And-That-Thing-Had-Better-Not-Bug-Me defense. It’s all I could do. I told her that if she could buy the pet in question AND all its supplies AND keep it in her room AND keep it clean and fed herself, THEN she could have her own pet.
Long story short…. we have a pair of guinea pigs now.
The good news is, they’re really cute!
The bad news is, her room smells like a livestock barn, and I keep having to buy food for these rodents.