My family is not pet-oriented, but that doesn’t mean we haven’t had pets.
We have had multitudes of fish swim through our lives. We tend to own them in cycles. I had one when I was younger, but when it died from extreme old age, we didn’t replace it. Instead we inherited birds. Two of them. Erik and Arial. They lived out their lives, and somewhere in there we got more fish.
As I said, we go through fish in a cycle. But during the next period of time with no fish, we got another pet.
As you might have noticed, the extent of our animal kingdom adventures at home had been limited to things with fins or wings. This wasn’t exactly the lifestyle choice of my youngest brother, who could pretty much have an in-depth conversation with any zoologist by age 5.
While the animals he so desperately desired were usually rare, expensive and most of the time poisonous enough to do harm when hidden in an older sister’s bed, we did break down and take him to the local pet shop for his birthday. He was younger then and we didn’t really trust him with a large python or piranha (we still don’t). But at the time we allowed him to be led to the back room and take a look at the store’s hamster collection.
We were all very excited. There were so many hamsters to choose from! Some were a little larger, but most were tiny and adorable. They were all huddled in clumps of absolute cuteness. Except a large gray one in the corner. I ignored him. How could I pay any attention to such a boring creature when there were little bundles of multi-colored hamster everywhere?