This morning, I watched our four kittens playing and tumbling on the floor. They are so darn cute. Watching them flex their pouncing muscles, attack each other, and tumble around makes for a great way to start the morning.
I've always had pets. Mostly dogs, but growing up on the farm, we had our fair share of cats to keep the mice population at a minimum (although there was the occasional mouse who made it into the house, much to my mother's horror). We had outside dogs, the ones who trudged off to the fields with Dad and my brothers, and then the inside dogs who kept Mom company and warmed our feet at night.
For me, animals keep me sane. They are the ones who listen when that's all you want - someone to listen. When you don't want or need advice, they'll sit there and look at you with their big eyes as if to say, "I understand. It will be ok. Pet me. Feed me. Then we'll both feel better."
They say that people who have pets live longer lives. I believe them. There have been many nights when I've been upset over something going on in my life and all I want to do is just hug my dog. And he's the type of dog that knows when something is wrong. He doesn't like to be far from my side. Unfortunately, since the kitties have arrived, he's been left outside an awful lot.
As a writer, I like to incorporate pets into my stories. I feel it adds a special dimension to things. Not all my stories have pets, but when I do decide that one fits the storyline, it's always fun to write about them.
And also as a writer, I love to write with my dog beside me. It's an added comfort.
I don't think I'm the only writer that has pets. I think cats are probably the preferred pet of choice for lots of writers - as evidenced by the blogs I've seen with cat pics! - but I'll take both. I still prefer dogs for their lavish devotion (ha ha), but those kitties come in at a close second with their cute little paws and furry faces.