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The Joy of Professor Minerva McGonagall


The Joy of Professor Minerva McGonagall

For over a year, well, since before Christmas last year, we have been considering the idea of adding a feline to our family. For a long time my husband and I had been adamantly anti-cat. We have known some pretty awful felines, to be fair. One still lives on our family farm with my mother. The animal is so passive aggressive that I swear he is the reincarnation of the late Chairman Mao, although if that is the case; the Chairman is certainly not getting the punishment that he deserves. Anyhow, moving on…

What finally brought us around was our friend’s cat Lucy. When we were living through one of the most challenging weeks of our life and she was a bright spot. We were crammed into our friends’ two-bedroom house, waiting to move into our new home. The closing was delayed for over a week because the mortgage writers had made an epic mistake. We were basically homeless, with all of our worldly possessions parked in a U-Haul, in another friend’s driveway. During all of that tedious waiting, Lucy kept us company, and played with us, and eased the stress. She is a lovely cat, and she completely changed my mind.

So after a year of waiting for someone to find a litter of kittens that needed a home, I finally got over it, and took the kids to the shelter to pick out a cat. They fell in love with a little black female, who was a bit skinny and had a pretty thin coat on the back half of her body. The cat was very friendly and playful though, and seemed to let the kids hold her however they wanted without complaint, so I figured that was a very good sign, and we took her home. Surprisingly, the shelter had determined her to be around six years old.

She fits into our home and our life brilliantly. My children could not have picked out a more perfect cat. She is endlessly tolerant of the children toting her around the house. She likes to sleep at the foot of our beds. I have yet to hear her hiss or growl. My children know how to be kind to animals, but still a kid can test a cat’s patience and my kids want to carry her around all day long. At night when the kids go to bed, she meows at them for a good fifteen minutes; as if in complaint that playtime is over. In the morning, around the time that we start to get up, she meows for another fifteen minutes like a rooster sounding the alarm.

She has only been a part of our family for a month now, and she has brought us an immeasurable amount of joy. I often find myself pulling my husband away from what he is working on so that we can both bask in the cuteness of her position at that moment. She is even, slowly, making friends with the dog. Our girls call her Mini for short, but I usually notice my husband and myself calling her The Professor. Pets are amazing entities in our lives sometimes. I have seen dogs come in and out of people’s lives just when they needed them the most. I know a lot of people who consider their pets to be family members. For goodness sake, I often find myself calling our dog “the good kid.” The professor has gone a long way to teach me how much time and attention a child will pay to an animal. They take care of her. They are in charge of her food and water and cleaning her litter box, and they do it without complaint. She is teaching them a lot of responsibility, and she is amusing them quite a bit. I have to say that she has been less expensive than a new video game, and has entertained them for much longer than one would. It is something to think about if you have children. Pets are good for them. I strongly recommend that anyone research the pet that they are interested in before they bring them home. All pets have different needs. I also strongly recommend adoption. Obviously, I can report a very successful one right here.


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