I’ve never been a fan of pets. Specifically, I wasn’t keen on the idea of having a cat. From the start of my marriage to Sarah, I resisted the notion of adding a furry creature to our household. It’s not just cats; I’ve never been fond of pets in general. Their constant need for attention, the unpleasant odors they can leave behind, and the chore of cleaning up after them have always deterred me. I mean, I already deal with enough messes thanks to my kids—why would I want to add a new set of responsibilities?
Yet, my children were relentless in their desire for a pet. The question became a mantra in our home: “Dad, can we get a pet?” “No.” “Dad, can we get a pet?” “No.” And so on, ad infinitum.
Eventually, I became the villain in their story—the non-pet-loving dad who was thwarting their dream of a complete family life. It was as if a pet was a prerequisite for achieving the American dream. In a conversation with my friend Mark, another dad who wasn’t into pets, he shared a strategy he used with his daughter. He would take her to the shelter to visit cats, letting her hold and play with them before returning them. While I thought this was a clever approach, Sarah shot it down, calling it inconsiderate.
The reality of being the odd one out in a family that craved a pet is tough. I didn’t have any allergies or medical reasons to refuse; I simply didn’t want an animal around. But with three eager kids and a devoted pet-loving spouse, my resistance was wearing thin.
Then came Vincent, a cat with a name that sounded artistic but didn’t change his attention-seeking behavior. He was mostly black with a few white spots, and although we agreed he would be an outdoor cat, he soon took over the garage and the roof. I remember lying awake the first night he scampered across the roof with his feline friends, wondering how I would manage this new reality.
However, everything shifted when I found myself home alone for a couple of weeks during the summer. Sarah took the children to visit her parents, and my work schedule prevented me from joining them. Left to care for Vincent alone, I started to feel lonely. One afternoon, I found him curled up in my lap in the garage. Surprisingly, he didn’t hold a grudge for my previous indifference. Instead, he simply snuggled against me, and in that moment, I experienced a warmth reminiscent of when my kids would cuddle up to me during family movie nights.
Out of the blue, I found myself saying, “Vincent, you’re not so bad.” I want to clarify that I’m not suddenly a cat person; I have no plans to adopt more pets. But now, when I come home, I let Vincent in, crouch down to pet him, and he responds with a contented purr. Occasionally, one of my kids catches me in this moment, and their knowing smiles seem to say, “Gotcha.” I just smile back and wink, as Vincent struts off to his food bowl.
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In summary, sometimes, being the lone dissenter in a family can lead to unexpected outcomes. While I may not have embraced the idea of a pet initially, I’ve found a way to coexist with Vincent and even enjoy his company at times. It’s a reminder that sometimes, change can lead to pleasant surprises.