There are only few things that can guide my Mom into chaos: problems at work, with my kid sister, and my boundless love to animals. The last is truly fatal to her because she doesn’t feel connected to animals anyhow. On the other hand, I can’t walk past a lonely, hungry, lost creature without taking him/her home.
Cats are my biggest love. One of them was not able to feed her baby kittens, so I had to do it instead. I’ll never forget those tiny things trying to hide in my palm while I was giving them milk in a special bottle. And it felt especially good seeing them grow up into cute cats.
Dad, in his turn, loves dogs. Periodically our house becomes a shelter for lost or homeless puppies. This makes my Mom absolutely crazy. Once she even asked us to bring home fishes for a change because they are silent and need minimal space. She was joking. We were serious.
A month after this a big aquarium with fishes appeared in our house. Well, I greet them without enthusiasm, but don’t mind, either. We all called them Mom’s fishes. She didn’t say a word against… until it became obvious to her that these creatures need even more attention and devotion, than little fuzzy friends. Not only they had to be fed, but the aquarium had to be cleaned up every week. For this, fishes had to be taken out as well as all the shells and other stuff, poured water had to be special and clean, and…. Do I need to say that in a few weeks fishes moved to the house of our best friends where they still live and enjoy their life?
Another story happened with parrots. Two cute birds – a blue and a yellow one – became the members of our family as soon as I said that I want to take care of baby parrots. I waited for them for about half a year. Then a friend of ours came. When I told him about my plans, he took a close look at the birds and laughed. He told me I had two male parrots, and there was no way for them to have descendants.
After this I decided to stick to cats and dogs.
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