As most of you know, Aaron is an animal lover...yes, ALL animals. We have been down the pet road twice before. Once with a golden lab named Sammie who was just too big for our tiny place. Plus, we were both working and in school so she didn't get enough attention. Now she lives with Aaron's mom and gets lots of love from his younger siblings.
Next we had Kevin (best pet name EVER because it is so human-sounding :) our siamese cat that we rescued from PetSmart. Kevin was a feisty fellow, and was Aaron's bro till the end when he died of kidney failure. His ailment sounds kind of funny when you say it out loud, but it was pretty sad for both of us. He was only a couple years old. Since then, Aaron doesn't let a month go by without asking for another pet. I really like animals...but I've decided to put my foot down and will not get another one until we live in a house with a yard. I do not want to clean up pet hair/pet smell in such a tiny place on the THIRD floor. Well, a few days ago, this happened: (Just ignore me in the video, I am briefing the babysitter)
An unusually nice stray cat (we're sure it just wondered away from home for a while because it was well-groomed) followed our babysitter for the night into our house. To say Finn loved it is an understatement. After we finally put the cat out, Aaron looked at me with big eyes and said, "See Ash? Finn just NEEDS a pet so bad. Look how happy it makes him!" Oh man, I should have known it would only be a matter of time before our son's potential bliss supported Aaron's argument.