Do you remember when you first fell in love with animals? I was thinking about this today, but I couldn’t identify a specific moment. I just know that I always really loved animals. I loved playing with the dogs and cats at other people’s houses.
Despite the name of this blog, my first pet was actually a cat. I was around three years old, and I fell in love with a white kitten. I named her Buttercup, and she was all mine.
Thinking about the next scratch…
Frankly, she was kind of a jerk sometimes. Every night, she would hop up on my bed and demand to be petted. When she’d had enough, she would scratch me and then run away. It was our nightly routine for years. However, she eventually outgrew that behavior… with one exception. Until she left us, Buttercup would resurrect the old pet n’ bite routine every time my cousin J would come to visit.
That being said, Buttercup was my jerk, and I loved her dearly. She provided endless entertainment – whether she was bringing a live bat into the house or going completely limp the one time we tried to put a harness on her. (Seriously, she froze in place and didn’t get up until we took it off of her.) She was part Siamese and would occasionally favor us with the song (the yowl?) of her people. I adored her in all of her quirky glory. I miss her (and having a feline in my life).
So, tell me… who was your first pet?
I’d be lying to you if I said that I knew what I wanted to write about for this edition of 
