I just spent the last twenty minutes cleaning up kitty vomit. Some cat (most likely the one whose name starts with ‘F’ and starting to look like a ball) threw up all over the floor and on his bed. After demanding that I clean up the mess the minute I stepped into the house, he’s now contentedly napping on his nice, clean bed. Bah, cats.
Anyhoo, this brings me to something I’ve been thinking about the past week. I’ve come to the conclusion that if you want to know if your spouse would make a good parent, have a pet together.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that it’s the same thing. Raising kids is a HUGE responsibility and nothing comes close. But seriously, having a pet together does give you a bit of an insight. And based on our experience so far, The Hubs and I are pretty darn sure we’ll drive each other and our kids crazy.
We are complete opposites. He’s the calm one. I’m the kan-cheong spider who’s constantly worrying and hovering. He doesn’t believe in spoiling them. I believe in only giving the best money can buy. He calls my cat a dumb-ass. I think Flyball is the cutest cat around. So yeah, we drive each other nuts. But valuable lessons have been learnt. The Hubs is a strong believer in discipline. I believe that the cats are not naughty, just curious. So the very first time he smacked Flyb@ll, I got a big scolding as well. For rushing in to protect and cuddle the bewildered cat. Lesson learnt – cat: 0, human: 1 – That day, I learnt that we needed to present a united front in order for the cats to understand house rules.
Having said this, there’s no one else I’d rather have on my team. The first week we had the cats, it was a nightmare. The bloody cat had diarrhea so we had shit everywhere and the house stank of runny cat poop. For the first couple of weeks, we would come home after work to an absolute stinky mess. But The Hubs patiently cleaned up every, single night without complaints while I played with them. He even found the energy to console the cat. Heh. Since then, he’s shared all responsibilities and offers to take over on nights when I’m tired or just want to watch TV. Truth is, he’s proven to be nothing short of a dependable team player. In my mind, I’m quite sure who I want to have cats … and kids with.
Disclaimer: Just so there’s no misunderstanding, a couple of points: (1) I still don’t want kids. (2) The cats are not replacements for kids. They’re just cats. (3) I think people who refer to themselves as their pet’s’ ‘mummy’ or ‘daddy’ seriously need to get a life.