We have been promising the boys a dog and a cat for the longest time. Since I was pregnant with Spikey. I said there was no way I could have a baby and a dog, but that by the time Pip was 10 he would be old enough to look after his longed-for dog. It was a deal.
Then a couple of years down the road Dude says he wants a cat. Ok. We'd get them at the same time. A puppy and a kitten who could grow up together and learn to love each other too!
And this April Pip turns 10. So it is The Year of the Dog (at least in our household). We would need a small to medium sized dog, good with kids and good with cats. A puppy, or a young dog.
All was going to plan until yesterday. I went to the RSPCA to check out their rescues, and ... no smallish dogs. German Shepherds, Huskies... BIG dogs. And the youngest was 4 years old. And all very barky. Hmmm...
I went to see the cats. They were lovely, and especially lovely were a pair of kittens, 4 months old, a brother and a sister. But they were to be rehomed together. I didn't think that I would be able to swing a pair of cats AND a dog... sigh.
But when I told Pip about the dog situation and said we would probably have to start looking to buy one (we had really hoped for a rescue)... unless he would go with a cat instead. I threw in the comment that a cat could sleep on his bed, but a dog would have to live downstairs. I really didn't think he would go for it. He has been talking about a dog for FIVE YEARS! But it was as easy as letting him know that the cat could sleep with him and he was sold! Wow!
And this is Dinah. And don't worry, they'll be inside cats, so our garden birds will be safe.
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