The Perfect Pet

As anyone who knows me knows I would live on a farm and have cows, goats, chickens and horses, besides the obvious dogs, cats, and sheep. Unfortunately, I have learned that having children is all that I am capable of managing (with the assistance of Prozac and the occasional xanax).

After our tragedy with our cat, Joe, I realized that I was a grown-up (weird that it just occurred to me) and that I could mourn our loss AND STILL have another kitty. After all, Maggie cat did lose her brother. She needed a companion. And my Dr. Doolittle instincts told me that she needed one quick.

As if kismet, Dexter came into our lives. He is a 3 month old, sweet, soft and cuddly, orange kitty with the social skills of President Obama (I’m hoping that this is taken as a good thing. I mean, the man did convince enough of the nation to elect him president). Dext has really brought with him a whole lotta sunshine to our family. Maggie, Abbye, Codye and of course the children have all been given the “okay” to pet, cuddle, snuggle and drag him around like a rag doll. Dext has proven himself the perfect fit in our crazy little family.

So far, my luck of picking out my own pets has been a rather awesome experience. (**Let’s just hope that in 6 months I’m still feeling this way. )

(Oh, did I mention he was litter trained when we got him? HUGE perk. Especially since I’m already training ONE member of the family how to use the proper facility!)