Marie points at a bunny rabbit. Their twitchy noses are kind of sweet, but I don’t want a bunny rabbit. What do they do all day? Eat leaves. Don’t vocalise. Don’t particularly care about their humans. They’re happy munching away at the greenery. We need something a bit more involved
“Boring,” I say.
Marie shoots me a look.
“Not.”
“Too.”
“Not.”
“Ah, will you two quit it now,” says Da. He’s hoping to talk us into choosing a dog. I know who’ll be left walking the pooch and cleaning up after it, though. I’ve enough on my plate playing mammy to Marie and Da, I don’t fancy adding dog poo duties to that.
Still, Da tries. Marie can barely hide her fear, and for once, I’m glad she’s such a wuss. I point out the really scary looking ones, just to make her yelp in fear.
No dog, so.
I’ve, of course, done my research. I called ahead and asked them to show a particular pair to us. I know what I want and I know how to get Da and Marie on board. Like Mam..
No dog, so.
I’ve, of course, done my research. I called ahead and asked them to show a particular pair to us. I know what I want and I know how to get Da and Marie on board. Like Mam..
Oh my god, the kittens are so adorable I’ve to keep a tight hold on myself not to give away how much I want to take them home. If I show too much enthusiasm, Marie will veto them as a matter of principle. Da always sides with her.
“Aw, they’re cute,” she says. I knew she’d topple like a domino. Da’ll be the real test – He isn’t much of a cat person, or so he claims.
“Well, they are a bit,” I say, putting on my best unconvinced voice. I give her half a centimetre with my index finger and thumb to indicate how a bit cute I find them.
“Ah, don’t be silly now, Ciara. They’re perfect dotes,” Da says, rubbing the black and white kitten’s head. I let the ginger one sniff my fingers. It gives me a tiny lick and I feel the warmth from its tongue fill me.
“Does that mean we’ll get them?” squees Marie.
“Ah, I wouldn’t mind them now,” says Da.
“You know,” I say, quietly, “I think Mam would have loved them.”
Marie sob-hiccups and Da makes the usual noise when Mam comes up out of the blue. I mean it, she would have loved them. Still, I’ve landed a precision blow.
“Okay then,” I say, keeping the triumph out of my words.
“Aw, they’re cute,” she says. I knew she’d topple like a domino. Da’ll be the real test – He isn’t much of a cat person, or so he claims.
“Well, they are a bit,” I say, putting on my best unconvinced voice. I give her half a centimetre with my index finger and thumb to indicate how a bit cute I find them.
“Ah, don’t be silly now, Ciara. They’re perfect dotes,” Da says, rubbing the black and white kitten’s head. I let the ginger one sniff my fingers. It gives me a tiny lick and I feel the warmth from its tongue fill me.
“Does that mean we’ll get them?” squees Marie.
“Ah, I wouldn’t mind them now,” says Da.
“You know,” I say, quietly, “I think Mam would have loved them.”
Marie sob-hiccups and Da makes the usual noise when Mam comes up out of the blue. I mean it, she would have loved them. Still, I’ve landed a precision blow.
“Okay then,” I say, keeping the triumph out of my words.
Today is Mother's Day where I live. This one brings a lump to my throat.
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