I am not a cat person. I believe it is because of one event in my childhood. My family came into possession of two kittens, one tiger striped and fat, one black and skinny. We immediately named them Tiger and Tiny. I loved Tiger passionately as only a five year old can. I squeezed him repeatedly, dressed him in doll clothes, and fed him everything from Doritos to fried okra.
He was killed when he was still a kitten. I suspect Tiny had something to do with it. Her shifty eyes seemed a little too pleased. After a sad funeral, where we all cried and spoke of a Kitty Heaven where all good fat kitties live, Tiny became the focus of my family’s love…but not mine. I have never loved another cat, nor will I.
After a few years, my father brought home our first puppy. It was a Chinese Pug bulldog and fit in the palm of my hand. We named him Chin-Su and so began my love affair with dogs.
What was your first childhood pet? And were any of them as cute as these?