(a Freudian thing)
Somehow and somewhere along the line, it seems my subconscious decided that no home would be complete without a menagerie of animals to compliment the chaos already existing.
When I was a kid my family travelled a lot. (Actually they travel even more now) so pets just were not really viable. The last pet I had was a cat, Snowy, who went to the RSPCA for a very extended holiday when my dad booked our tickets for a few months travelling the USA. Bye Bye Snowy, Hello America.
Then there are our 2 cats, girl sisters Fizzy and Lolly. We had cats previous to these two, Mummycat (who came free with a house), Febo and Minnie. Febo was a beautiful cat, but we had to put him down when he had a tumour, so Minnie was the replacement cat. We all adored that kitten — and when she was hit by a car out the front of our house (another cat died at the scene too-it was horrible)when still little, we grieved and cried and generally felt just bereft. We stayed pet free for a bit after that.
Eventually though, the idea of getting another cat became a topic... so off to the vets I went.
And there in the waiting room was a fluff ball, needing a home. But the vet nurse said I should look at another kitten, the sister of the fluff ball, to see if I thought I might like her better. My gosh, she carried out this huge white fluffy blob, and my heart melted. How could I choose? How could I separate these sisters? So I took home not one kitten but two.
5 years on, these felines are so different in temperament and personality, but both are lovely.
Fizzy features in lots of my photos, because she sleeps on my artwork, drinks watercolour water, and is never far from me. Lolly is more the independent type, a free spirit.
(Having said that, my hubby has said he will divorce me if I bring home any other animals. Not game to test that one! And so NO! you CANNOT have a rabbit, horse, guinea pig or axollotyl)