Growing up I had a hamster and two salamanders but was never allowed a dog or kitten. My non-pet-people parents just said I could get one when I had my own place. Sadly moving out didn’t really allow for four legged pets either.
So in college I had a fish named Rover. In Japan I had some great fish (Honey, Jaws, Godzilla, Sushi, and Bookshelf) and some that didn’t live long enough to be named. And then I moved into an apartment that had a no pet policy. My hopes of a furry companion were dashed upon the jagged threat of eviction.
Till last month, when the property was sold to a new family who moved upstairs with their two cats. Around the same time a friend’s cat gave birth to four kittens. I asked the new owners and they gave the okay for me to keep one of the kittens.
Met Inu (Japanese for dog), my kitten. He’s about 10 weeks old and has been mine for two weeks today. He likes string, socks, and pouncing on my feet. I’m still getting use to having a pet but its great fun (except when the pouncing draws blood, I am such a wimp).