About a month ago, Cody approached me about getting another pet. This is not the first time that he has brought up the topic. Even though Thorin spends most of his time with his daddy, Cody still considers him to be my rabbit. Thorin prefers to be held by me. He gets much more excited at seeing me than Cody. Most of all, I chose him, bought him, and named him without Cody. When we brought Thorin into the family three years ago, Cody and I were only dating, and the rabbits were a McPheeters family decision--okay, Dad wasn't involved in this decision and was pretty much told to deal with the bunnies, but that is another blog post for another day. Because of this, Cody wants a pet that wasn't simply considered mine and later "adopted" by him. If given a chance, that "together pet" would be a dog. Cody has wanted a dog for a very long time now, but apartment regulations and a rabbit that freaked out the one time he saw a puppy have kept this wish from coming to fruition. Due to these issues and the fact that neither of us are home enough to give a dog all of the attention it requires, Cody has been researching pets that require less upkeep. We've discussed ferrets, chinchillas, birds of sundry species, and a plethora of reptiles. The one animal we didn't really talk about, however, was one of the feline persuasion.
Because I knew of Cody's desire to have another pet in the family, I didn't turn a deaf ear to my friend, Sara, when she began to tell me of all the new kittens cropping up around her. Two were found in Hillsboro when some high school boys decided it would be a hilarious idea to try to kill them. Then she found out that her neighbor's cat is pregnant. Finally, the organization for which Sara's sister works placing animals in new homes acquired a beautiful tabby cat and her kittens.
Cody and I just couldn't say no to the picture Sara sent us of a gorgeous, seven week old tabby kitten. My adorable husband spent hours researching how to raise a kitten and how to successfully introduce a kitten and rabbit to each other without having horrible problems. When we decided that we were in fact going to get the cat, Cody went out and spent nearly a hundred dollars on toys and equipment for her. The only real contribution I made was her name. She is just such a beautiful and distinctly marked tabby that the only name to give her was Minerva, after Professor McGonagall (the witch who can turn herself into a cat) in the Harry Potter series. She gets called Minnie quite a bit, though.
I feel that Minnie will be good for Cody and I. She is our first "free-range" pet, since Thorin only gets out of his cage when we are at the apartment. She was also excellent practice for having a newborn since the first night we had her she woke me up every two hours with her crying. Little creep slept through the night for Cody two nights ago, though... And even though Thorin is a mama's boy and prefers me, we have no need to worry about Minerva doing the same. She has already imprinted strongly on her daddy. I'm just an adequate substitute. Besides, Cody needs someone else to keep him company in the apartment. I only hope that my baby (Thorin) learns to love Minerva as much as we do now.
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