I have noticed a popular trend of young people when stepping out of their parents’ grasps into freedom. And no, it isn’t line dancing, although I’m sure everyone out there enjoys a good one-two-step once in awhile. It seems quite a few 20-somethings are out there getting a pet after college.
I should know, because I just did.
And I am here to say…don’t take the plunge. That little kitty-eyed wonder or sweet wagging dog tail has nothing on your precious 5 p.m. freedom from working responsibilities.
Recently, I bought a mouse named “Fancy Pants” although she wasn’t born named Fancy Pants. I named her that later, you see. She’s an adorable little Dalmatian fancy mouse that will sit in my hand. And the first couple days after getting her, I wanted to whittle an entire bark mansion just for her, and then travel to some distant land to find the finest seeds and bedding for her to enjoy.
Today, I barely want to clean her cage.
Why? Because I’d rather do a billion other things than clean up mouse droppings when first learning to tight-rope (or line dance) across the rope of adulthood (although she is very cute, and I still hope to someday train her to love me).
So the next time, if ever, you get the urge to go out there and give your heart to just one animal (or multiple), think how much you enjoy not having to spend an additional $30/month on a creature that will poop in your hand.
-The Boxcar Children
Sorry to hear that fancy isnt as fancy as you were hoping for. Get a cat?
-eg
Just wanted to say that I love mice. Especially fat ones. I’m living with my sister and her cat and I refuse to clean his litterbox. But I can get away with it, because it’s not my cat.