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This week I'm going to talk about my childhood pets. We always had dogs. The first dog I remember was a little black dog, I think he was called Blackie.
I really can't recall all the others (except the last one we had named Tinker), but every time one dog "disappeared" my mother would firmly declare that we were not getting another. A few days or weeks later, in would come my dad with a puppy....
We always put the new puppy beside the oil furnace in our living room, in a cardboard box complete with soft towel and an alarm clock to sound like puppy's mother's heartbeat.
When I was about 9 I decided I wanted a cat but my mother was allergic so cats were not allowed. Being rather stubborn, I told a neighbour that my parents were letting me get a kitten and she gave me one from her cat's litter to take home to see if my parents liked it.
I kept the kitten in a suitcase in my closet (lid propped a bit for air of course!) and fed it milk and mushed up meat. After a couple of days my parents figured it out - turns out the neighbour asked my dad how they liked the kitten! Of course the kitten went back immediately to the neighbour. I honestly don't remember getting a lot of grief over it, just a lecture on allergies and telling fibs and going against your parent's orders.
In true poetic justice, when I was older and had my own home I bought two kittens, Over the next year or two I kept getting sicker and sicker, ending up in hospital several times, until allergy tests showed I was allergice to (guess what!!) CATS!
Now I just have dogs. And a donkey. And guinea fowl and chickens. But no cats.