I love the idea of having a pet. Really I do. I want to love it and have it return my love with forgiveness and adoration. That is what I love the idea of possessing.
On the other hand, I really don’t want anything that is needy or whines at the door and meows to be let out in the night. I don’t want it to shed or need a litter box.
I have decided that I will just watch the squirrels out the window, fill the hummingbird feeder occasionally and dream about the perfect pet. The idea fills me with joy. Maybe that is enough.
Microblog Monday, which I missed again, still gives me ideas. Maybe that is enough too.