![]() ![]() This is Animal Mother: Guess how many times I had to watch this movie in undergrad? At the same time, there is no one to cuddle with, no one to knit toys that they’ll tear up, no one to cook for, no one who gives a shit if I come home or not. On one hand, I love cats and dogs and would probably dote on one forever and make it the world’s business and give it a social media account that I would spend much more time on than my own.īut I also really like the fact that there’s no animal hair on anything I own, that none of my furniture is chewed up or scratch up, that nothing wakes me up at 5:00 a.m., or jumps up and sticks its butt in my face when I’m in Zoom court, or makes me unable to keep the front door open for more than a nanosecond. I don’t want to pay pet rent if I won’t be getting one, and I am very ambivalent about pets. But I signed a lease on a place where I can’t have pets, which means no animals, vertebrates or invertebrates. It has been suggested to me at various times over the last six months that I should get a pet, perhaps a cat or a dog (most often told to get a dog). I’ve written about this, but lately, this has been bringing me down. ![]()
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