However, I did have a decent fish streak after learning my lesson of leaving it behind in my apartment when the ice storm made me lose electricity. (When I say it froze to death, I'm not kidding, the tank was a solid chunk of ice with a floating fish near the top.) I took better care of my fish and even brought the beautiful beta fish to live with me when I moved back in with my parents when I had my run of financial and employment bad luck. He was growing big and as happy as could be and then, my dad, the most non-pet person I'd ever met, brought home two baby kittens. One was a fluff ball, the other was a runt who loved me at first sight and has hardly left my side ever since. (A few months later, the fluffy cat got my fish out of the tank and murdered it...I think my attempts of having fish are over.)
Even though I was on the verge of 30 years old, I had my first REAL pet, you know, the kind that stick around for longer than a week, and the kind that you can spend quality time with instead of watching them inside a tank. Miss Prim was supposed to be an outside mouser but she found the soft pillows on my bed much more appealing. She would sneak into my bedroom any time there was opportunity, and because I was on the verge of being a lonely-30-year-old-maid-spinster, I appreciated the snuggle time and pleaded to let her be an inside cat. My dad declined her cuteness and would send her back outside where she would pout or look at me with lonely eyes from behind the glass door.
When I moved from my parents house, the apartment owner said pets were not allowed. I gulped, and said goodbye to my purring faithful friend and promised I would visit on the weekends. And that's when Miss Prim ran away. I was devastated. Every time I would drive to my parents house, I would look for dead cat on the side of the road but in my heart, I believed Miss Prim was still alive. A month later, she arrived back to my parents house, starving and skiddish, but when I went over to see her, she immediately found comfort in my arms.
I decided to ignore the no pet rule at my apartment complex, as many of the other residents had done, and took Miss Prim with me. She was now a full-time inside cat and she has been the happiest cat ever since.
I never thought I would be a cat person or talk about a cat as much as I do, but Miss Prim really was a blessing in my life. She reminds me every single day that I am lovable, playful, and worth spending time together. And to me, that is the best pet to have!
Prompt #6: Your Favorite Childhood Pet